Forty Miles From Nowhere

It rained today

Clouds rolled up at dawn

All hell burst wide open

And just like that, was gone

Your little lap dog chased a fox tailed squirrel

'Cross the main road through the wood

Some ninja on a dirt bike

Nearly ran him down for good

Right about now it gets quiet around here

What, with nightfall in the wings

The floorboards creak and faucets leak

But it's the emptiness that sings

The wind grows chill

Then lies still

Forty miles from nowhere

At the bottom of the world

November's sky

A diamond-studded dome

A hundred billion points of light

To guide my way back home

When the moon is hanging fat and full

And all those jangly stars recede

A foldout coach on a midnight porch

Is where my footsteps lead

You always said

I made my bed

Forty miles from nowhere

At the bottom of the world

Friends don't call like they used to

For reasons not unkind

If there's anything that we can do

Rings hollow down a telephone line

There's a cedar grove in back of the house

Maybe halfway down the hill

A place to go to just lay low

When we had some time to fill

The few gravestones, a pre Civil War fence

And a random arrowhead

That's where the beehive swarmed three summers ago

Too wet, the old man said

So it's me and your little lap dog, and that old brindle cat

Trying to keep this place in line

And heading into town these days

Is the last thing on my mind

I weep for you

It's what I do

Forty miles from nowhere

At the bottom of the world

Forty miles from nowhere

At the bottom of the world