WORDS

PRAYERS AND BONES

Am I strong enough to hold the reins 

when things buck out from underneath,

and the sky has opened up a vein on me?

 

I’m shaking like a whore in church.

None of your words make much sense.

It’s all just wind right through a fence to me.

 

In this town of prayers and bones my name is dying.

I’ve lost my place. I’ve lost my nerve. I’m cold as iron.

 

Things are getting smaller now.

You’ve spent your whole life passing through.

There’s three drops of the devil’s blood in you.

 

Sweet Miranda, blue goodbye.

I’m colder than a well rope.

And I can’t pin one thing to blame but me.

 

Now I drive without the headlights on

through the ink of midnight roads.

And somewhere she is drowning in the dawn.

 

In this town of prayers and bones my name is dying.

I’ve lost my place. I’ve lost my nerve. I’m cold as iron.

In this town of prayers and bones my name is dying.

I’ve lost my place. I’ve lost my nerve. I’m cold as iron.

 

 

Paul Brainard - Pedal steel guitar

Nancy Hess - Bass

Aaron Meyer - Violin

JVA - Acoustic guitar, Keyboards, Percussion, Vocals

Susannah Weaver - Vocals