Small Believer

Red-tail hawk on a split-rail fence The gathering dark of the night begins Cicada choir on the rising wind A lonesome beauty over everything And winding highway let me make it home I'm broken down, i’m skin and bone And all this dreaming i've been living on The silver water and the red-tail hawk Graceful waitress on a wooden floor An amber glass upon an empty bar A drunkard swaying when the music starts The neon praying of the steel guitar And small believer i'm alive i guess The whiskey mixing with a dream i had The music lifting me above the bed The silver trumpet and the clarinet And all i know is what i see A tattered hope, a small belief Kaleidoscope of half-lived dreams A photograph of something sweet And winding highway let me hold the sound Of coming home, of turning down The unpaved roads of this old town The clover fields and rows of corn And small believer i’m alive i guess The whiskey mixing with a dream i had The music lifting me above the bed The silver trumpet and the clarinet Yeah small believer i'm alive i guess The red-tail hawk and the split-rail fence The neighbor girl in her yellow dress Oh the silhouette that her shadow casts