OVER THE MOON :
[David Thomas speaks]
It's bound to be like someone I know,
says a haunted heart to the narrow road
Bound to be someone I know,
so says the haunted heart to the narrow road
[Linda Thompson sings]
I want to be like you are.
I want to rewrite your name.
I want to live in the heart of someone.
I want to ride the mystery train.
Only you & I know it.
We live like we don't belong.
On the night we went falling we were
too tired to hang on.
We were too tired to hang on.
I want to be like a house on a hill.
I want the clouds in my eyes.
I want to be like all those people in love
that I see advertized.
Only you & I know it.
We live like we don't belong.
On the night we went falling we were
too tired to hang on.
We were too tired to hang on.
I want to be like the moon above.
I want to roll through the harvest sky.
I'm gonna look down on your house .
I'm gonna be the moonbeam in your eye.
Only you & I know it.
We live like we don't belong.
On the night we went falling we were
too tired to hang on.
We were too tired to hang on.
IF THE DEER BLINKS :
[Bob Holman speaks]
Two boys in a 52 Ford passin through Fallon and Lahonton Dam as if time didn't exist, and on the loneliest highway in the world you could finally find something, pushing on down the line, a perfectly blended hum of power and possibility in the golden wind of meaning, the silver structure of the road, the brilliantly shining architecture of the soul, the road leading everywhere, and you taking all roads simultaneously, a direct shot to the heart of the country, penetrating the heart's heart, and the sweet sweet beat that takes you there, wherever you want to go you go. The man in the moon I prune. The enjine whines and the tall pines pine For all's I love's a dove above 'n a particular fuse I use.
[David Thomas speaks]
It was chance that we stopped where we stopped when we stopped. People last night were saying it was fate. But I know it was an accident. Like driving down a backroad somewhere and going thru a ghost town you think, "This is the way it used to be. It's so clear here that I can see myself like I was in a stream and all I have to do is..." But you never forget that place because it's a perfectly shaped moment in time and space like a vision of a future that will never be and you know that, you know it even as you dream it. So you say aloud, "We can renovate one of these old store fronts and move out here," and, of course, you know you never will but the vision has power because it answers a need. Some people find what they need in the darkness. Some people are transfixed by lights. We checked in and we'll check out. All the deer has to do is blink, just once. You know if fire is like a mirror, the heart you'll find rockin on its heels, watching the heart of the flames, transfixed, transfixed. All the deer has to do is blink. All I have to do...
