Broken Boards on the fire
Sparks of oak and twine
Dry wind drives the skyline
your memory is driving mine
in the dark before the day light
I cleared the crimes from my throat
now I'm gambling on Sonora
but gambling ain't going to bring you home.
Just a kid falling forward now
pushing that peddle down
draining this car of gasoline
followed the crows as black as asphalt
southbound to the Rio Grande
I'm going to turn this river towards you
and this dark and dusted land
make it back to the braided river
stare at the house high on the hill
where the smoke sails from the chimney
where my cup was always filled
Just a kid falling forward now
pushing that peddle down
draining this car of gasoline
It was the red sun that made us wonder
for the field of mud and stone
suitcases full of shadows
spilling out along the open road
Motels have lit up the highway
neon dancing off the doors
but I'm sleeping out in that silence
and the scrub along the ancient floor.
Just a kid falling forward now
pushing that peddle down
draining this car of gasoline
credits
from The Runaway Kid,
released June 7, 2014
written by J Wagner/R Hecht
The Icelandic songwriter packs her stunning debut with sweeping melodies delivered via intimate, folky arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 12, 2023