Miles from Our Home

Released June 30, 1998


1. New Dawn Coming

(Michael Timmins)

Are you born yet? Are you listening?
Are you sick of staring at the walls?

Are you hungry? Are you angry?
Are you wondering if there's anyone at all?

Hold on honey there's a new dawn coming
and a big bird to sweep you away.
Keep on dreaming soon there'll be a reason
to see it through one more day.

Are you weary? Are you sinking?
Are you tired of holding up the walls?

Are you done with all your thinking?
Have you found that there's no one at all?

Hold on honey there's a new dawn coming
and a big bird to sweep you away.
Keep on dreaming soon there'll be a reason
to see it through one more day.

Ain't got no answers here.
What I see is not clear.
Time to shake it around.
Turn my world upside down
and watch as the stars come unhinged.

Hold on honey there's a new dawn coming
and a big bird to sweep you away.
Keep on dreaming soon there'll be a reason
to see it through one more day.

Hold on honey there's a new dawn coming
and a big bird to sweep us away.
Keep on dreaming soon there'll be a reason
to see it through one more day.

Are you born yet?
Are you born yet?


6. Hollow as a Bone

(Michael Timmins)

She hugged his head so hard to her heart
it made her gasp for air.
If this was not the way Love felt
then for love she did not care.
I want to run beside a moving train
yelling farewells in the rain.
The tears will be bittersweet,
'cause I know I'll see him again.

If I lost you now,
I would feel as hollow as a bone.

He could not help but hang his eyes
her beauty held him so.
If this was not a state of Grace
then Grace he'd never know.
I want to yell farewell from a crowded pier
just me and a thousand good-byes.
The tears will be bittersweet,
'cause soon she'll be back my side.

If I lost you now,
I would feel as hollow as a bone.

You won't lose me, he replied,
together our lives have been sewn.
If I lost you now,
I would feel as hollow as a bone.
We will kiss goodnight under a starlit sky
whisper oaths at a lumbering moon,
dream sweet dreams before the morning comes
and serves us the dawn in our room.

If I lost you now,
I would feel as hollow as a bone.


2. Blue Guitar

(lyrics by Townes Van Zandt and Michael Timmins, music by Michael Timmins)

I wish I had a blue guitar,
a blue guitar to play all night long.
Singing songs of loss and love
Singing songs till morning comes.

Ghosts in the basement
screams from the kitchen
I tell you folks I think I'm leaving.
Seems I can already here the door slammin'
I tell you folks I think I'm leavin'.

Goodbye to the highway
goodbye to the sky
I'm headed out goodbye, goodbye.
Goodbye to the highway
goodbye to the sky
I'm headed out goodbye, goodbye.

I wish I had a blue guitar,
a blue guitar to play all night long.
I wish I had a blue guitar,
a blue guitar to let you know somehow
you are not needed now.


7. Someone Out There

(lyrics by Michael Timmins, music by Michael Timmins and Greg Clarke)

Someone
out there
kneeling.

No one
out there
listening.

But what I want to know
before you save my soul
is who gave this power to that fucker up there?

Someone
out there
crying.

Someone
out here
waiting.

But what I want to know
before you save my soul
is who gave this power to that fucker up there?


3. Miles From Our Home

(lyrics by Michael Timmins, music by Michael Timmins, Greg Clarke and Brodie Lodge)

No one in sight for fifty miles,
sleeping fields sigh as I glide across their spines.
If I could just reach the crest of that hill
this whole day will tumble and out the night will spill.

The sky is still as a spinning top,
shooting stars drop like burning words from above.
If I could just connect all these dots,
the truth would tumble like a Cynic vexed by love.

And yet the people keep saying
I'm miles from my home,
miles from my home.

I met you again in my sleep last night,
these are days of slow boats and false starts.
Hearts remain under lock and key,
you will be the one to set them both free.

And yet the people will tell you
your miles from your home,
miles from your home.

But that's where I want to be
Out there searching,
out here fumbling,
out here waiting
for you and you for me.

The moon hangs like a question mark,
pale as milk, bold as a promise.
When will you share the sights with us?
When will we hold you in our arms?

And the people we'll tell them
we're miles from our home,
miles from our home.


8. The Summer of Discontent

(lyrics by Michael Timmins, music by Michael Timmins, Greg Clarke and Brodie Lodge)

Another note afloat upon this paper sea.
Explain to me
how this can be.

Another face erased from this tidal pool.
Found one day
then swept away.

I will carry you my love.
If you can carry me
through this summer of our discontent.

Another day away from clutching hands.
Explain to me
how this can be.

Another stroke of evil pen.
Blind as sleep,
deaf as death
to the tears you weep.

I will carry you my love
If you can carry me
through this summer of our discontent.

Another falling wave
upon this crumbling beach.
How many more
until we meet?

I will carry you my love.
If you can carry me
through this summer of our discontent.


4. Good Friday

(Michael Timmins)

Sat at my window watched the world
wake up this morning.
Purple sky slowly turning golden,
distant elms so orange
you'd swear they're burning.

All this flowing water
has got my mind wandering.
Do you ever finally reach
a point of knowing
or do you just wake up one day
and say, I am going?

What will I tell you
when you ask me why I'm crying?
Will I point above
at the Red Tail gracefully soaring
or down to below where its prey
is quietly trembling?

Two thousand years ago Jesus is left there hanging.
Purple sky slowly turning golden
Cowards at his feet loudly laughing.
Loved ones stumbling homeward
their worlds reeling.
Red Tail above my head quietly soaring.
Water turns from ice, creek is roaring.
He says, enough of all this shit, I am going.


9. No Birds Today

(Michael Timmins)

No birds today.
Just this square patch of gray.
Molting sky moving in on its morning prey.

No words today.
No one knocking at the gate.
I lost my name long before I lost my way.

I wonder what he thinks out there.
Pastures turn from black to green and back again.
The sun it carves a well worn path
from here to there and the next day back.

No birds today.
Just this dull sky of gray.
Winter's quickly moving in on its skulking prey.

No dust today.
No clouds rising from my driveway.
No hope drifting slowly my way.

I wonder what he thinks in there.
Pastures turn from black to green and back again.
The sun it carves a well worn path
from here to there and the next day back.

Cold bars of steel.
I'm beginning to dig the feel
of all that disappears into....ethereal.

Cold words of hate.
Now I'm seeing how things break.
Much too late now to cure my mistakes.

I wonder what he thinks in there.
Pastures turn from black to green and back again.
My son he carves a well worn path
from here to there and the next day back.

No birds today.
Just this barren stretch of gray.
Just this barren stretch of gray.


5. Darkling Days

(lyrics by Michael Timmins, music by Michael Timmins and Greg Clarke)

The Beautiful is not chosen.
The chosen becomes beautiful.
The Beautiful is not chosen.
The chosen becomes beautiful.

Please do not forsake me now,
sparkling gone
with darkling days.
I drift at times, I know it's true,
but I always drift on back to you.

The Beautiful is not chosen.
The chosen becomes beautiful.

I have never tired of
manna falling from above.
When conscious thought
meets careless heart
and two lost souls find one fresh start.

Lie with me upon the earth
feel its curve beneath our spines,
soon we'll follow it around,
one lost soul
finally found.

The Beautiful is not chosen.
The chosen becomes beautiful.

These are known as darkling days
rhyming schemes gone askew,
crackling gifts of light and air,
exploding worlds,
ours to share.

The Beautiful is not chosen.
The chosen becomes beautiful.


10. Those Final Feet

(Michael Timmins)

Place my body on the funeral pyre,
cut it loose to float downstream.
Leave it frozen on a mountain top,
suspend it high to be picked clean.

You said never to grow old,
but you forgot to tell me how.
You said never to grow old
and then you sank your teeth into those final feet.

Last night I dreamt of owls at my window.
I knew that time was winding down.
Turned to tell you of my premonition,
changed my mind and lay back down.

You said never to grow old,
but you forgot to tell me how.
You said never to grow old
and then you sank your teeth into those final feet.

No sense wasting the time you got,
you got to walk down every road.
No sense pretending that you're what you're not,
when you got to shoulder every load.

You said never to grow old,
but you forgot to tell me how.
You said never to grow old
and then you sank your teeth into those final feet.

Cut it loose, cut it loose, cut it loose

You said never to grow old,
but you forgot to tell me how.
You said never to grow old
and then you sank your teeth into those final feet.

10. (Hidden Track) At the End of the Rainbow
(Michael Timmins)

Again, at the end of the rainbow
Again, no gold to be found
Just this cold unmade bed
The last three words you said
And this buzzing on the telephone line.

Paris, well, there is fog on the Seine.
Amsterdam still courses through my veins.
All these dark crazy sights,
Wouldn't be so bad
If I could just taste your breath once again.

Honey I saw your daddy
Lying by the roadside
His feet sticking out of a sack
Honey they'll be calling
To tell you that your daddy
Never will be coming back.

Again, at the end of the rainbow
Again, no words to be found.
Just this voice sad and alone
Me wishing I was home
And the silence on the telephone line.

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Last update: April 13, 2006
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