All the Hours

Every branch on every tree

All the rivers and their streams

Broken fence, forgotten door

Looks like the one we passed before

Every highway opens up

And slips into the blue

Every road I travel on

Will lead me back to you

Tires, hum your mellow tune

The show lit by a yellow moon

We dream of incandescent eyes

The elegy of engine sighs

Will bury our goodbyes

Holding comfort like a crutch

Write too little, read too much

In whispering words of wooing woe

Don't see the cornfield for the crows

And when I try to call you up

To tell you something new

The heart of what it started from

Is just something to get through

All the hours inside the bars

That go from beers to borrowed cars

That idle in the snow, the more we hear the less we know

We win the soundcheck, lose the show

Though every highway opened up

And slipped into the blue

The road I chose to travel on

Led me away from you

When every highway opened up

And slipped into the blue

We raised the road into the sky

To bring me back to you