The Silent Crossing

Sunset reaches to you with its long talons The new stars showin' pity for the fallen It drags you back up to your feet Leaves you ready to deceive Leaves you standin' at the silent crossin' Telephone poles race against the cold sky Your rusty hair covers up your one good eye The ground expects uncertain rain Fools have waited, though it never came Waited in the silence of the crossin' Hidden in them big armed ponderosas The crossin' obscured by its own remoteness Your mouth harp fashioned from tobacco tins Played Soldier's Of Joy 'til your breath went thin Prayed for no one, at the silent crossin' Trouble's ear was cupped, so he could hear you Said, "Those that break the silence, break their own rules" Said, "Fools are those that trust their fears" Sagebrush growin' up around their heels Fools are those that plant seeds at the crossin' It was a mile past the dark, when I came upon you Reservations grave, expectations humble You drew upon your corn-skinned smoke Your jaw was tired, said, "It's time to go" You said, "It's time to move beyond the crossin' It's time to move beyond the silent crossin'" If there's a darker part of night We best go find it If there's a darker part of night We best go find it We better find it, we better find it We best go find it