NORTH ATLANTIC LINE

To a river in Massachusetts
From a hill down in Maine
Spudtown to Milltown
Everywhere in Between
Rollin' and Tumblin'
Hand to mouth
Day to Day
Searching and fixing
a cure
for pain


Love like religion
comes and it goes
Never there when I need it
overbearing when I don't
A guilty man swallows hard
The devil taunts a hollow soul
Roll them bones while your living-
bones will roll when you're gone


Gone are the days riding the North Atlantic Line
Sipping potato whisky
Drinking sweet cranberry wine


The mind don't wander much further than the reach
Dreams are for children, dogs and the rich
Eat when you're hungry
Drink when you're dry
Pray for your forgiveness every day of my life


Gone are the days riding the North Atlantic Line
Sipping potato whisky
Drinking sweet cranberry wine


Home is a place a man goes to die
Home is a place there ain't no lie
Home is a place a man provides
Home is a place where there is no goodbye


"The Pain
Does it ever go away?"
Not for me
my dear
My reply


"The Pain is here to stay?"
Yes for me
my dear
My reply