Chris Eckman - This Curving Track Lyrics

It gets me home this curving track
It gets me home this curving track
Look towards the distance, but it don't look back
It gets me home this curving track
Gonna til my soul, till it fears no more
Walk up the steep steps to the 13th floor
It gets me home this curving track
Gonna take my chances in a better light
Will take my chances in a better light
Gonna run the gamut and subvert the night
Will take my chances in a better light
That old rented ghost house
Set back from the street
Two blocks from a river
We could hear but not see
Gonna take my chances in a better light
Got so tired of being tired
Suppose they call that weathered
Red mountains in the low clouds
Hanging there, untethered
You brought the fire and I played with it
You brought the fire and I played with it
Cupped my hands, just to keep it lit
Pulled my hands away, but I'll never forget
Relinquished hope against best advice
A pinball wizard who got back his sight
You brought the fire and I played with it
Got so tired of being tired
High and lonesome is a bitch
Deep carved valleys push their weight
Lost birds above the cliffs
Gonna wander here, Gonna wander there
Play half-baked songs, at the county fair
In a frozen land, where I could not care
Gonna wander here, Gonna wander there
I couldn't placate those sounds in the dark
But I never turned over the whole apple cart
Move along blackwater
Move along
Move along blackwater
Move along
It gets me home this curving track
It gets me home this curving track