歌词
Through a canyon in New Mexico
In the subtle warmth of spring
I heard like, hummingbirds or bayonets
A sweet and somber singing
Was it the jackalopes up in the hills
Coyotes laughing 'round a kill
A songbird, out of season still
Or distant churchbells ringing?
I know that song
Percussive as firewood
Snapping in the night
Or a misspent childhood
Copying lines
In a schoolhouse when I should
Have been out kissing James
In the cottonwood!
I held him dying
From a snakebite in the sand
I felt his pulse stop
With my own two shaking hands
And I know that God saves lives
And God is good
So I got wasted with the devil in the cottonwood!
What good is a soul without a soulmate?
What good is a soul without a soulmate?
What good is a soul without a soulmate?
What good is a soul without a soulmate?
What good is a soul without a soulmate?
What good is a soul without a soulmate?
What good is a soul without a soulmate?
What good is a soul?
So on a parchment
With a buzzard's quill
I'll sign my soul away
I'll haunt these hills forevermore
A pauper's price to pay
If I could hold my darling James again
And listen to his song
To harmonize by firelight
And wake with him at dawn