He stumbles down the city block
Cuz a ramblin' man don't walk.
And his soul's on fire as he slips on ice,
stares at all the city lights.
To his bleary eyes they're joyous,
a riot and a chorus, singin'
Merry Christmas and joy to the world, singin' (repeat)
With a cup and old harmonica
he's singing by the train.
Got nowhere else to go tonight,
but sing his gutter 'frain.
He's a sweet and ragged savior,
who got out on good behavior, singin'
She filters down like starlight,
bouncing off the wall.
Dancing round with anyone,
with whatever breaks a heart.
Then she's gone and bells are ringing
last seen chasin stars singin'
I faked myself to the world
too many times before,
left me broke and empty,
with needles on the floor.
Is it science or religion,
that boom no explanation.
Maybe just love. Maybe just love. Maybe just love. Maybe just love.
from All Good Cowboys,
track released December 20, 2011
Archivist, engineer -- Danielle DePalma
Keys -- Maryanna Cannon Sokol
Percussion -- Anders Griffen
Harmonies -- Rachel Browne
Recorded at Seaside