The Hunt

It’s a monochromatic mornin’ with a sky of steely gray

And I’m huntin’ up some mournin’ dove down Rockwall, TX way

Lately I’ve been workin’ hard

At sittin’ still

And it’s seven in the mornin’ but I crack open a beer

And my momma would not fail to disapprove, but she’s not here

As I fiddle with my pack

And wait for the sunshine

And the wind blows

Through my hair while my mind is far across the hills

And the wind blows

Just like it has and like it always will

Well I must’ve sat two hours and I haven’t seen a bird

Just a black-eyed little bunny and he would not say a word

And I hated to break the silence

So I let him go

I was thinkin’ ‘bout ol’ Jerry, yeah he was my closest friend

He was livin’ with autism, but they didn’t call it that back then

Last I heard he had a baby

Up in Ohio

And the wind blows

Through my hair while my mind is far across the hills

And the wind blows

Just like it has and like it always will

Well I guess I should get goin’, I’ve sure got some work to do

But it’s hard to face the quiet empty house I built for you

Now that you’ve decided I’m someone

You don’t want to know

So I linger for a minute after packin’ up my things

And sure enough, here comes a pair of dove on silver, silent wings

And I watch ‘em flyin’ south

And I wish that I could go

But I head out on the road

And the wind blows

Through my hair while my mind is far across the hills

And the wind blows

Just like it has and like it always will