Map Of The Falling Sky

I have paid my debts sometimes
With awkward silences
I was given two ears of corn and the bow
I ate the one, and sowed the other
And brother, I aim straight for the road
And brother, I aim straight for the road
With my wings in one hand and lead in the other
From the cross roads to the shore
What the horizon only tells to us ghosts
Is that when it is quiet in our heart
We become the diesel
We become the smoke
We become the prairie
We become the spark
And the only song coming through on the radio
And the only song comin' in on the radio
Well you take that map of the falling sky
And you lay it across your heart
And the loneliness between us is right where you are
The loneliness is right where you are