Ben Weaver Like A Wound
I love you like a wound
Like rain on a muddy road
High up in a dogs howl
Way down where the hot blood flows
Big dipper gravel road eyes
Old trucks that will never run
Washboard River for a past
The dark side of a held tongue
Everywhere I seem to go
Everywhere I been before
I carry the stone up the hill
Just to watch it roll back down
Your ma and pa sleep above the kitchen
Your dog sleeps with you on the floor
Travel brings more unknowns
Love brings the hand that holds
All the things our minds must do
And every bit of faith we hold onto
Deep in the woods underneath the sky
Out on the back roads for a nights drive
Everywhere I seem to go
Everywhere I been before
I carry the stone up the hill
Just to watch it roll back down
Scratching at my side door
Footprints frozen in the driveway snow
A promise ring bent from a table spoon
The feelings haunt me like a bad dream come true
There’s compromises every where you turn
So many different ways you can go
Can’t sit still like a bird on a fence
You can’t run from your own line of descent
Everywhere I seem to go
Everywhere I been before
I carry the stone up the hill
Just to watch it roll back down
The heart that feeds is the heart that grows
As the early dusk weaves among the corn rows
I can hear the way your voice would call my name
I can see into the darkness that is your precious bane
Left behind in a promise that you wrote
With a wet finger in the dust on my door
Just as a troubled mind yearns to be soothed
My love for you is just like a wound
Everywhere I seem to go
Everywhere I been before
I carry the stone up the hill
Just to watch it roll back down
