Hell On The Throat

A line of strands to mark the trail

No one said it would be easy

I must admit

I thought that risk was better waged in younger seasons



And all these years in the cold play hell on the throat

Until everything I say burns like cinders

But it's hard to belong to a girl or a song

In the crease of a strangling winter



It's strange to be lost

Stranger still to be lone on the strings of a twisting line

Along the way the turns are sharp

No one said they would be easy

I must admit

I thought the trip was better made in younger seasons

But all these years in pursuit made a man of a fool

Till every word I say is on waver



Well it's hard to belong

To a girl or a song

In the case of a selfish believer

It's strange to be lost

Stranger still to belong on the strings in a twisting line



Well it's hard to belong

To a girl or a song

In the case of a selfish believer

It's strange to be lost

Stranger still to belong on the strings in a twisting line



And when the path I have made

From the grass to the grave

I will love you still

And when the sand turns to glass

And all that's left is the past

I will love you still