Ravens On The Cliffside

Ripped wool and tattered jeans

Empty jugs of stored gasoline

Waking in my soul from the beauty of my sleep

Come to haunt the life I seek

Ravens on the cliffside

Sing out goodbyes in the morning light

Raven on the cliffside

Raise their voices for the light

I ran that river road in Arizona

I trekked that grass in Oklahoma

Old man running

Old van for the ride

Backwards talking backwoods ways for life

Ravens on the cliffside

Sing out goodbyes in the morning light

Raven on the cliffside

Raise their voices for the light

Deep in the valley walls

Comes an echo from the tallest tall

Waiting until the sunrise

To raise their haunted cries

Ravens on the cliffside

Sing out goodbyes in the morning light

Ravens on the cliffside

Raise their voices for the light