Lyrics Forty Miles from Nowhere.lrc Rodney Crowell
[id: pshlweuy]
[ar: Rodney Crowell]
[al: Close Ties]
[ti: Forty Miles From Nowhere]
[length: 05:59]
[00:20.87]It rained today, the clouds rolled up at dawn
[00:31.70]All hell burst wide open and just like that was gone
[00:40.65]Your little lapdog chased a fox tailed squirrel
[00:46.74]Across the main road through the wood
[00:51.65]Some ninja on a dirt bike nearly ran him down for good
[01:00.87]Right about now it gets quiet around here, what with nightfall in the wings
[01:11.07]The floorboards creak and faucets leak, but it’s the emptiness that sings
[01:20.04]The wind grows chill and then lies still
[01:29.37]40 miles from nowhere
[01:34.57]At the bottom of the world
[01:39.86]
[01:42.08]November sky’s a diamond-studded dome
[01:52.03]A hundred billion points of light to guide my way back home
[02:00.53]When the moon is hanging fat and full and all those jangly stars recede
[02:11.68]A fold out couch on a midnight porch is where my footsteps lead
[02:20.26]You always said I made my bed
[02:29.92]40 miles from nowhere
[02:34.98]At the bottom of the world
[02:41.82]Friends don’t call like they used to for reasons not unkind
[02:52.36]If there’s anything that we can do rings hollow down a telephone line
[03:04.80]There’s a cedar grove in back of the house, maybe halfway down the hill
[03:14.37]A place to go and just lay low when there’s time to fill
[03:23.93]A few gravestones, a pre-civil war fence and the random arrowhead
[03:34.26]Is where the beehive swarmed three summers ago, “Too wet,” the old men said
[03:43.06]So it’s me your little lapdog and that old brindle cat trying to keep this place in line
[03:54.31]And heading into town these days is the last thing on my mind
[04:02.69]I weep for you
[04:08.53]It’s what I do
[04:12.32]40 miles from nowhere
[04:17.57]At the bottom of the world
[04:24.62]40 miles from nowhere
[04:29.73]At the bottom of the world
[04:31.90]Year of Release: 2017