Northbound 35 - Richard Shindell
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Northbound 35 Lyrics
Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language:
Northbound 35
Through the iron hills
Under infidel skies
It's two hundred miles to drive
You won't be homeI saw an elsebound train
On the overpass
In the driving rain
Every ticket costs the same
For where you can't goCHORUS:
Mustang horses, champagne glasses
Anything frail anything wild
Its the price of living motion
What's beautiful is broken
And grace is just the measure of a fallSo I rolled into your town
I passed the smokestacks
And the ore docks down off of Main
And the sky spun around
With her diamonds on fireWe fought all night and then we danced
In your kitchen
You were as much in my hands
As water or darkness or nothing
Can ever be heldCHORUSIt's just flashes that we own
Little snapshots
Made from breath and from bone
And out on the darkling plain alone
They light up the skyIt's 51 and driving south
Ain't it funny
How things'll turn out
I never even kissed you on the mouth
When we said goodbyeCHORUS