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1855
Justin Rutledge
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What would Walter do
If he'd run into you
Laying down among the leaves and grass
He'd turn the pages slow
As history's a snow
Speaking like each word would be his last
So I gave you a ring
Made of fiddle string
I can hear the trumpets from the hills
The words I love the best
Are the words that you undress
As flowers crowd the open window sills
Everything depends
On a grove where the river bends
Where I imagined waking up with you
With you and I alive
In 1855
Today the sky's a color blind in blue
The lighthouse keeper cheered
The old man and his beard
But he swallowed up the last of all our gin
He stumbled home alone
To the shipwrecks and the stones
Wishing he was where your voice had been
Everything depends
On the time when the money ends
And we ain't got a penny or a clue
With you and I alive
In 1855
Today the sky's a color blind in blue
Everything depends
On the way that you move your hands
Draw all the curtains wide to see the view
With you and I alive
In 1855
Today the sky's a color blind in blue