Northbound 35

[glenatron]

I bumped into this a few days ago and I think it is just beautiful. The song is by Richard Foucault originally, but I slightly prefer Richard Shindell's cover:

Northbound 35
Through the iron hills
Under infidel skies
It's two hundred miles to drive
You won't be home

I saw an elsebound train
On the overpass
In the driving rain
Every ticket costs the same
For where you can't go

Mustang horses, champagne glasses
Anything frail anything wild
It’s the price of living motion
What's beautiful is broken
And grace is just the measure of a fall

So I rolled into your town
I passed the smokestacks
And the ore docks down off of Main
And the sky spun around
With her diamonds on fire

We fought all night and then we danced
In your kitchen
You were as much in my hands
As water or darkness or nothing
Can ever be held

Mustang horses, champagne glasses
Anything frail anything wild
It’s the price of living motion
What's beautiful is broken
And grace is just the measure of a fall

Comments

[z111.livejournal.com]

I like that. Thanks for sharing.

[hopkinssj2000.livejournal.com]

I've been trying to think of something to say for a little while now since reading your last few livejournal posts. I've come to the conclusion there is nothing I can say, so just wanted to let you know I am thinking of you and you are very welcome to stay over if you need a break or whatever. Incidentally I have both a Psychology degree and a mediation qualification - I am in no way qualified suitably, but would be more than happy to talk things through with you or just listen if you need it.

[glenatron.livejournal.com]

I really appreciate the thought. I have had some amazing friends and I really really appreciate all the help and support they have offered through the last few horrible weeks.