Lyrics

She was walking down the road
She was walking in the cold
She was walking far from home
She was walking like she had somewhere to go
Don’cha know
She was walking late at night
When she stepped into my lights
I wasn’t looking for a fight
But something didn’t seem quite right
So I turned around
Went back to see what I had found
She was just over halfway
Between Nowhere and Barely Somewhere Else
Hell bent for nothin, she was so unsure about herself
We need a bigger handle
On the Big Dipper
To light the way on these dark nights
Rollin across the prairie when that prairie girl dressed in black stepped into my
headlights
I said,
“Hey girl, are you ok?”
She mumbled and stumbled over my way
With a box of wooden matches in her right hand
And a vague idea of the lay of the land
She said, “Yeah
Would it be ok, do you mind?
I’m just going to the next farm up the road, could you give me ride?”
And she climbed into my car with blood on her fingernails
We proceeded back along the pock-marked prairie goat trail
(Turnaround)
Well I’ve been down that very road already twice today
I saw one vehicle, it was going the other way
We’ve got 49 kilometres between beat-out prairie towns
She’s lucky, I guess, that I came around and found her
It was late and I’d worked hard, it all seemed so surreal
Backtracking 10 kilometres, too tired at the wheel
Her friends were glad to see her, they were all a little shaken
Thanked me for the 20 minutes it had taken
And they filled my tank with gasoline and bid me safe travelling
I wouldn’t have taken the thanks in the tank, but it was rattling
Dry Bones
I felt distanced and apart from the reality surrounding me
Like sitting in the basement in the dark, stored, watching a b-movie on TV
(Turnaround)
Well she’d come from somewhere south
Up on highway 51
She didn’t know how far she’d walked
But she said it had been long
She’s ok, yeah, just cold
She lost her phone when the car rolled
She was just over halfway
Between Nowhere and Barely Somewhere Else
Hell-bent for nothin
She was so unsure about herself
We need a bigger handle on the Big Dipper
To Light the way on these dark nights
Rollin across the prairies when that prairie girl dressed in black stepped into my
headlights
She was walking dow the road
She was walking in the cold
She was walking far from home
Just walking
Like she had somewhere to go
Don’cha know
And I never did see that car up on it’s lid
Though I looked all the way from here to the junction where the 51 comes in
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