I have paid my debts sometimes
With awkward silences
I was given two ears of corn and the [? bow]
I ate the one and sowed the other
And, brother, I aim straight for the road
And, brother, I aim straight for the road

With my wings in one hand and lead in the other
From the crossroads to the shore
What the horizon only tells to us ghosts
Is that when it's quiet in our heart
We [bad word] the diesel
We [bad word] the smoke
We [bad word] the prairie
We [bad word] the spark
And the only song [bad word] in on the radio (Only song on the radio...)
And the only song [bad word] in on the radio

Well you take that map of the falling sky
And lay it across your heart
And the loneliness between us
Is right where you are
And the loneliness between us
Is right where you are