Verse 1 The wood is warm against my ribs A hollow box of spruce and pine I’m singing to the rafters now Tracing out a crooked line I’ve walked the roads that don't lead home I’ve slept in shadows, skin and bone Chorus Oh, Lord, I’m sitting in the back row Of a world that’s moved along Just an old man and a Martin Trying to find where I belong Give me a wash in the river Or just a hand to hold at night I’m a ghost in the neon Looking for the morning light Verse 2 Thirty-two years upon the rails The rhythm still beats in my chest But the silence here is heavier Than the miles I’ve put to rest I see the dust motes dancing slow In the light that hits the floor Is there grace for an old drifter Who can't find the open door? Chorus Oh, Lord, I’m sitting in the back row Of a world that’s moved along Just an old man and a Martin Trying to find where I belong Give me a wash in the river Or just a hand to hold at night I’m a ghost in the neon Looking for the morning light Bridge I’m not shouting at the heavens Just a whisper in the dark Searching for a holy fire To light this dying spark Can I be washed? Can I be new? Or am I just a shadow passing through? Outro Warm wood against my ribs... Just a hand to hold... Just a hand to hold.
