Restless Dreams

(Heavy blues feel — slow, deliberate, gritty. Sparse instrumentation. Guitar low and dusty.)

This dusty old road

Done colored my boots

Gave me scars on my back

Is how I paid my dues

Now I’m the type of man

That can carry these marks

It toughened these hands

And softened my heart

(Blues builds slightly — more movement, still weighted.)

With each twist and bend

Traced mountains and streams

To where trees start to blend

Never finding what it means

But I found how to mend

The broken worn bridges

Making enemies and friends

In the valleys and ridges

(still bluesy, sounds like exhaustion)

These bones ache like a morning

After years of restless dreams

A man still in the doorway

Between what was and what it means

(blues beginning to open, fog lifting, something tender entering the sound)

The road stopped feeling lonely

Somewhere I can’t place

Like the dream was showing

What I couldn’t see awake

Still I stood there in the morning

With the night on my skin

Not sure where I was walking

Not even sure where I been

(Starts to breathe. Sounds like wonder beginning.)

These bones ache like a morning

After years of restless dreams

A man still in the doorway

Between what was and what it means

(Instrumentation swells then pulls back for the last two lines — almost bare.)

The valleys turned to table

The ridges soft with light

I bedded down by a stream

And stayed for a while

The trees were just the trees again

The sky was just the sky

But something in the clouds

Finally caught my eye

(The ache is still there but it’s sacred now.)

These bones feel like a morning

Finally waking from its sleep

A man stepping through the doorway

Between what was and what it means