it's one thing to reclaim a tool, another to relearn it's use, a third to get some old feeling back.
Hey Now, where are you going
Where are you going to my friend?
Said I'm going out to find
The pastures of plenty
I believe they're out there somewhere.
Did you hear about the girl
Alone in the world
Thought she was losing her mind...
She found it in the discarded refuse pile
Down near the railroad line.
A book of sonnets
torn and tattered
few remained intact.
One held the key, she said to me
To getting some old feeling back.
Sometimes my head turns round and round.
Sometimes you talk but I can't hear a sound.
Sometimes I look down, find my feet off the ground...
I feel that I'm somewhere else bound.
Hey Now, where are you going?
Where are you going to my friend?
Said I'm going out to find,
The pastures of plenty,
I believe they're out there somewhere.
She looked down the railroad track
Lined with trees on each side
She prayed for the strength
To run to the boxcar
To pull herself up for the ride.
You invite me to your house
you're so sincere,
We sit so close for a while.
You reach out for me in the low light so clear
But you look like you're frowning when you smile.
Hanging around just to see what could happen
Hanging on by oh, the thinnest thread
Sometimes I see the faintest glimpse
Sometimes I feel I'd be better off in bed.
Hey Now, where are you going?
Where are you going to my friend?
Said I'm going out to find
The pastures of plenty
I believe they're out there somewhere.
[Bruce Hornsby, from Harbor Lights]
Near Longmont, CO. 08/15/2010