Six-String Reckoning

(mmmmm) Underneath a heavy sky,

the crows are drawing lines

I left my shadow by the gate,

beneath the mountain pines

No one's looking for me yet,

but they will in due time

There is no peace along the timberline

Just the cold wind and the deep design

Of a highway paved in stone and pine (yeah)

I keep a hammer in my pocket,

iron in my hand

Moving like a ghost across this dry and broken land

They'll write my name in water

but they'll never understand

There is no peace along the timberline

Just the cold wind and the deep design

Of a highway paved in stone and pine

No peace... along the line... (ahhhh)