In the morning on the train
You sit and stare out at the rain
Or bury yourself in your books
Don't look at no strangers
No, don't give them any looks
Why you ask yourself, why you're so afraid
Why you hesitate when someone asks your name
They'll come too close if you tell them the truth
Who's to say they want something from you
Oh the bitter winds are coming in
And I'm already missing the summer
Stockholm's cold but I've been told
I was born to endure this kind of weather
When it's you I find like a ghost in my mind
I am defeated and I gladly wear the crown
I'll be your Emmylou and I'll be your June
And you'll be my Gram and my Johnny too
You know I'm not asking much of you
In The Hearts Of Men
In the hearts of men
In the arms of mothers
In the part we play
To convinve others
We know what we're doing
We're doing it right
They've written books on the subject
But then you may still feel surprised
By your tone over the phone
King Of The World
At ten in the morning
I was laughing at something
At the airport terminal
At nine in the evening
I was sitting crying to you over the phone
Well passing the border from a state to another
Filled with people whom I couldn't help to relate to
And we stopped a while at a roadside restaurant
Where the waitress was sitting outside smoking in her car
She had that look of total fear in her eyes
The Lion's Roar
She plays a tune for those who wish to overlook
The fact that they've been blindly deceived
By those who preach and pray and teach
But she falls short and the night explodes in laughter
But don't you come here and say I didn't warn you
About the way your world can alter
And oh how you try to command it all still
Every single time it all shifts one way or the other
This Old Routine
So you come on home, walk through the door.
She's in the kitchen searching through the drawers.
So you stop and watch her and ask what she's looking for.
She says she's not sure.
And it gets late and you turned off the lights.
Her body's so close to you in the night.
But you dare not touch her and you don't wanna fight, so you just say,
To A Poet
And you said, "Don't give me nothing
You don't want to lose"
I said, "Darling, I'll give you everything I got
If I want them to choose"
Then I got on a plane and flew
Far away from you
Though unwillingly I left
And it was so, so hard to do
Wolf-mother, where you been?
You look so worn, so thin
You're a taker, devils-maker
Let me hear you sing, hey-ya hey-ya
Wolf-father, at the door
You don't smile anymore
You're a drifter, shape-shifter
Let me see you run, hey-ya hey-ya