Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jules Shear
Jules Shear
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jules Shear
Jules Shear
Composer
Rick Danko
Rick Danko
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rod Argent
Rod Argent
Producer
Peter Van Hooke
Peter Van Hooke
Producer

Lyrics

I'm walking forward down this ribbon of dust
'Cause where else can I go
You and 40 acres of topsoil land
Were all I ever wanted to know
It may be selective memory
But it was mine one time and it's my memory to keep
Tonight from miles away before I sleep
I'll smell something cooking on that stove
Slow down this traveller and bring him home
Take me back in that field alone
Hold me up against your healing bones
I couldn't see the meaning in it when I was there
And it's so clear to me know
What we'd been building for so many years
Ends at the sharp edge of a plow
You couldn't read my face, you had your back to me
I watched the unbelievable symmetry
You got away and I never thought you'd leave
And it's turned me inside out
Slow down this traveller and all the unknowns
Take me back in that field alone
Hold me up against your healing bones
I've heard it all about what I should do
It's all just doomed to fail
Worked in the city twelve floors up
It's just a lot of air getting stale
In darkness one night I was so confused
I thought I could make out your form as it moved
Maybe it's better to face up to the truth
But still I leave an obvious trail so you can
Slow down this traveller and bring him home
Take me out in that field alone
Hold me up against your healing bones
Hold me up against your healing bones
Hold me up against your healing bones
Written by: Jules Shear, Rick Danko
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