[Verse 1] Bought a secondhand coat in a crowded station Ticket south in my shaking hand Left my plans in the metal bin by the restroom With the tie and the letters I never quite sent Sky turned over, all the stars went wandering World hung wrong but it felt just right I walked out into that salt-wet morning Just a long white road and a borrowed night [Chorus] I am working my way through a year with no name Trading my days for a roof and a frame Of mountains in windows and strangers who say “Kid, you look like you were born half on your way” If a road can tell a boy who he is Let it be dust and rain like this I am working my way through a year with no name And I will not go home quite the same [Verse 2] Green fruit hanging in a cold gray orchard Mud on my boots, numbing my toes Boss man laughing through a cracked old radio Says the season is short and the wind still blows Nights I am back in a flickering kitchen Plates in my hands, steam in my face Smoke rolling up by the back door light Cheap red wine in this far off place [Chorus] I am working my way through a year with no name Trading my days for a roof and a frame Of coastlines in twilight and barroom glow Where the coins hit metal like hail on the road If a road can tell a boy who he is Let it be dust and rain like this I am working my way through a year with no name And I will not go home quite the same [Bridge] I used to be the boy cut out of the picture Left side torn where the light came through Now I am a thumb on a long straight highway Chasing some line the horizon drew Every field I cross, every dish I carry Every bruise from a long hard day Feels like ink on a torn-off chorus Word by word as I walk away [Chorus] I am working my way through a year with no name Trading my days for a roof and a frame Of mountains in windows and strangers who say “Kid, you look like you were born half on your way” If a road can tell a boy who he is Let it be dust and rain like this I am working my way through a year with no name And I will not go home quite the same
