Angel Of The Blues - Son Volt

Drifting and turned, double edge dance

Hearts burn with the wind to find their way

Words that connect, never gain enough traction

Thus forever blown astray

And there was never any doubt

Plans to make carried out

Time keeps slipping through

Angel of the blues

Medicine and blood, all the strands that collide

Pour down lessons of youth

A ghost to believe in, bolts and bone to survive

Outbound tells burden of truth

The Mississippi river, magnetic engines roar

Sad songs keep the devil away

Chances are it’s a given

That it was time all along

Miles keep knocking at the door