Forty Miles From Nowhere

It rained today

The 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

Across the main road through the woods

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 the faucets leak

But it's the emptiness that sings

The wind grows chill

And then lies still

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

Hangs hollow down a telephone line

There's a cedar grove in back of the house

Maybe halfway down the hill

A place to go and just lay low

When there's precious time to kill

Well, it's me, 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

When the moon is hanging fat and full

And all those jangly stars recede

A fold out couch 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

Forty miles from nowhere

At the bottom of the world