From the recording Something From Nothing
Produced, Engineered, Recorded, Words and Music by Chris Williams and Steve Varney. Mastered by Steve Varney.
Lyrics
It’s a wonder for the weary
Satchel heavy on by back
Carried like an old love letter
worn and weathered
Under black Indian ink
Stories of heartbreak in relief
For every star that shines my path
Across the salt painted timber backs
And she’s standing soft and still
Bathed in technicolored spills
Himalayan, Himalayan hills
Fields across the curves
A pedal for every curse
That I’ve buried or appealed
They all seem so small
The wind is playing some soft melody La da da da
My soul is screaming out halleluiah
Can you hear me calling out halleluiah?
Under black Indian ink
Stories of heartbreak in relief
For every star that shines my path
Across the salt painted timber backs