I found a well
Lost for many years
It tasted sweet
I soaked my feet
And I was on my way
I could see him from the main road
In the flames of the motel
A darkened sky that carried my farewell
I traveled south
Across the Iron Bridge
I passed the signs
And tangled vines
And I was on my way
Sent him voices on a postcard
So he wouldn't know I'd gone
A folded bird who all my words fell on
Said, no sunlight on your window
No movement on your wall
Strip away these sad old curtains
And hear me call
It was a year
When I thought of him
Where I had gone
What I had done
And I was on my way
In the fall I dreamt of rescues
And my eyes began to burn
One final lie that swallowed my return
There's no hero at your window
There ain't no postcards on your wall
I'll strip away these sad old curtains
We hear you call