The storm you said was coming finally came

I saw you slipping and sliding through the rain

I know that feeling checking out

Too much of something rushing in

I light a candle for the rest

I will not ask where you’ve been

I’ll take to the road and I’ll never look back

I’ll hitch my fate to strangers

A few precious things in a small gunny sack

Justin Townes Earle

I know where you’re going

I’ve seen you the rear view mirror

As I head the car west

Headed west

It won’t be the last time I think this way

I heard the news you’ve gone away

Gonna follow the sun to that promise land

Where everything and nothing go hand in hand

Oh the saints, the saints, the saints, the saint of lost causes

After the sun went down I saw you by the fire

I had something to say and there was no one around

Ya know

I’m drifting over the landscape and I’m crying

I know the feeling checking out

Too much of something rushing in