What are you hunting here?
Child, I hunt what will not stand
I bring home the Northern Lights
The ocean and the twisting sand
Ive seen the arrow
Climb, climb, climb
I know it finds my heart
Every time
Youre taking it too hard
Remember the night
When the fire didnt answer to the flame
When the fire didnt answer to the flame
Theres no miles in the city now
Promises, Ive made no promises
Theres just the grey and the emptiness as it is
As it is
I make no small plans, my love
But I know hope dies last of all
Hope dies last of all
Hope dies last of all
I have mapped my falling sky
Harpers Ferry to the Gauley Bridge
Wichita to Omaha, and Indianapolis
But Ive made it too hard
By forgetting the night
That the fire didnt answer to the flame
That the fire didnt answer to the flame
Josephine, Josephine
Josephine, Josephine
Josephine, Josephine
Josephine, Josephine