Travelling through the graveyard
With a suitcase full of sparks
Honey, I'm still trying to find my way to you
Lit up every campfire
Found out in the dark
Oh, I cut down all the cottonwoods
Picked up all the arrow heads
Off buffalo trails of the Indians
The Oklahoma sky was cutting through
Along the tracks with the runaway kid
He talks and talks and talks
Honey, I'm just trying to find my way to you
And I quit counting stars that night
In the cold, by the satellite field
And I quit panning gold, running holes
Yeah, I'm just trying to find my way to you
Swam across Sapancha
Took a train to Cataloo
I opened up my guitar case
And all the songs were blue
I haunted all the alleys
Lord I drifted 'cross the valleys
Honey, I'm just trying to find my way to you
And I quit casting hooks
Off the California coast we held so dear
And I quit flashing smiles, and running wild
Yeah, I'm just trying to find my way to you
Threw my bottle in the ocean
She never wrote me back
All the countless days across the sea of blue
Learned the language of the mocking bird
Took and twisted all my words
Honey, I'm just trying to find my way to you
And I'll meet you in the graveyard
With the weathered trees and stars
And we can open up that suitcase full of sparks