Far From Any Road (Be My Hand)
ANDREW BIRD · Things Are Really Great Here, Sort Of... 2014 · Track 10 of 10
Music: Brett Sparks · Lyrics: Rennie Sparks
From the dusty mesa Her looming shadow grows Hidden in the poison creosote In the hushing dusk Under a swollen silver moon I came walking with the wind To watch the cactus bloom
She twines her spines up slowly Towards the boiling sun And when I touched her skin My fingers ran with blood Then rise with me forever Across the silent sands And the stars will be your eyes And the wind will be my hand, will be my hand
A strange hunger haunted me The looming shadows danced I fell down to the thorny brush And felt a trembling hand And when the last light warms the rocks And the rattlesnakes unfold Cats will come to drag away your bones
She twines her spines up slowly Towards the boiling sun And when I touched her skin My fingers ran with blood Oh, rise with me forever Across the silent sands And the stars will be your eyes And the wind will be my hand, will be my hand