Suitcase Full of Sparks

Travelin' through the graveyard with a suitcase full of sparks

Honey, I'm just tryna find my way to you

Lit up every campfire I found out in the dark

Oh, I cut down all the cottonwoods

Picked up all the arrowheads off buffalo trails of the Indians

The Oklahoma sky was cuttin' through

Along the tracks with the runaway, he just talks and talks and talks

Honey, I'm just tryna find my way to you

And I quit counting stars that night

In the cold by the satellite field

And I quit pannin' gold, diggin' holes

Yeah, I'm just tryna find my way to you

Swam across the Poncha, took a train to Cataloo'

Opened up my guitar case and all the songs were blue

I haunted all the alleys, Lord, I drifted down the valleys

Honey, I'm just tryna find my way to you

And I quit casting hooks

Off the California coast we held so dear

And I quit flashin' smiles and running wild

Yeah, I'm just tryna find my way to you

Threw my bottle to the ocean, she never wrote me back

All the countless days along the sea of blue

Learned the language of the mockingbird

She took and twisted all my words

Yeah, I'm just tryna find my way to you

And I'll meet you in the graveyard

With the winter trees and stars

Oh, we could open up this suitcase full of sparks