Texty: The Wooden Sky. Lock And Key.

Like limping dogs they came
Down a mountain north of Reno
With saxophones in their hands that beared the names
Of every man who ever came
Between Elzkiel and his kingdom
And each awful note they blew rang out the same

See I'd like to help a love to find its feet
Cast these weary doubts out into the street
Keep this blind heart under lock and key
Give my tired hands some rest and fall asleep

I'd give every fool a name
Pause on every word
Just trying to write things down and make them stay
And each fool could have a place
A little downtime with my heart
But I'd make them put their plans out on display

I'd like to help a mountain find some peace
Grant these rolling hills some relief
Wash these wretched armies out to sea
Give my tired hands some rest and fall asleep

See I'd like to help a love to find its feet
Cast these weary doubts out into the street
Keep this blind heart under lock and key
Give my tired hands some rest and fall asleep

I'd like to help a mountain find some peace
Grant these rolling hills some relief
Wash these wretched armies out to sea
Give my tired hands some rest and fall asleep