Sunset reaches to you with its long talons
The new stars showin' pity for the fallen
It drags you back up to your feet
Leaves you ready to deceive
Leaves you standin' at the silent crossin'
Telephone poles race against the cold sky
Your rusty hair covers up your one good eye
The ground expects uncertain rain
Fools have waited, though it never came
Waited in the silence of the crossin'
Hidden in them big armed ponderosas
The crossin' obscured by its own remoteness
Your mouth harp fashioned from tobacco tins
Played Soldier's Of Joy 'til your breath went thin
Prayed for no one, at the silent crossin'
Trouble's ear was cupped, so he could hear you
Said, "Those that break the silence, break their own rules"
Said, "Fools are those that trust their fears"
Sagebrush growin' up around their heels
Fools are those that plant seeds at the crossin'
It was a mile past the dark, when I came upon you
Reservations grave, expectations humble
You drew upon your corn-skinned smoke
Your jaw was tired, said, "It's time to go"
You said, "It's time to move beyond the crossin'
It's time to move beyond the silent crossin'"
If there's a darker part of night
We best go find it
If there's a darker part of night
We best go find it
We better find it, we better find it
We best go find it