Sync Different

Texarkana en route to New Orleans –
My baby fell from his bike.
And I was told he lay conscious;
And he knew death would arrive.

Ride, ride, ride, ride…

From weeping trees blue bottles hang –
And southern grass come covered with mist.
Could he not stay on the road we paved?
The dirt devours those who fall adrift.

Ride, ride, ride, ride…

They took his body back to the Golden State;
Where his mother wept a sad goodbye.
And not a dry eye was to be seen –
Unless you looked into my eyes.

Ride, ride, ride, ride…

I can never let the past away
I can never lie
I’ve seen too much of what it does

And if I relish the walking in
I can never lie
I’ve seen too much of what it does

And certainty’s the worst of them
For what it’s worth I fear that one
Probably the only thing I understand

I can never chase the vanished thirst
I can never lie
I released that one a while ago
Wouldn’t even blame the family curse
Wouldn’t even try
I wasn’t made a friend or foe

And certainty’s the worst of them
For what it’s worth I fear that one
Probably the only thing I understand

And the truth that we can grab sometimes
Is enough for me