Album Name : Stories Under Nails
Release Date : 2004-09-21
Song Duration : 4:47
Ben Weaver 40 Watt Bulb
You can’t beat lightning with a 40 watt bulb
You can only go one direction once your backs to the wall
The scent in the air and the wind through the magnolia tree
The branches bend and drop petals at my feet
Street lights balance on the shadow of a lost dog’s tail
The sky looks like a table covered in fish scales
A black cat just crossed my path
Reminds me that today could be the last
It’s no wonder you hurt like a bent crow bar
It’s no wonder you runaway like dust from the saw
The curtains part like ruts down the old mill road
You can’t expect to hold on and at the same time let go
The sorrow is sweet like a ruby in a blind man’s ear
The truth is not forgiving no matter how convincing it seems
Time is naked as a mannequin but always dressed in style
After all this time between us can you forgive me now?
The world loves bad news when it comes from a pretty mouth
The earth groans in sorrow as the farmer hitches up his plough
I didn’t know what I had till I threw it all away
I took things past the point where there was anything left to save
From a car window I watched you drift downstream
But objects in the mirror are closer than they seem
From the outstretched wings of a dirty dove
There’s a knot only idiots tie and it’s called love
