(Intro: Der Steinbach Flügel spielt ein tiefes, warmes Motiv in Es-Dur. Ganz sanft setzen die Rasseln ein, wie Sand, der gegen ein Fenster weht. Eine einsame Steelharp antwortet mit gläsernen Tönen.) Strophe 1 (Gesungen mit tiefem, rauchigem Oregon-Drawl) I hurt myself today, just to feel a lick of life In this dusty canyon, sharp as a rusted knife The Steinbach’s singin' low, like an old friend in the rain Tryin' to wash away the red, tryin' to numb the grain I focus on the echo, the only thing that’s real While the steelharp’s hummin', tellin' me how to feel. Refrain (Der Flow wird jazzy, das Saxophon – oder hier die Mundharmonika – weint warm und golden) What have I become? My sweetest buckaroo Everyone I know, they’re just passin' through And you could have it all, this empire of the pine But I’d rather keep the dirt, and call the sunset mine Yeah, I’d keep the dirt, and call the sunset mine. Strophe 2 (Gitarre zupft ein leichtes Jazz-Pattern gegen den schweren Flügel) The crown of thorns is heavy, but the leather’s soft and worn In the valley of the shadows, where the quiet thoughts are born Beneath the Oregon sky, where the clouds begin to fray I found a piece of heaven in the wreckage of the day The harmonica is wailin' for the things I didn’t say. Outro (Flügel und Mundharmonika verschmelzen in einem langen, warmen Akkord. Die Rasseln werden immer leiser.) If I could start again, a billion miles away I’d find a better trail... I’d find a better way.
