it wasn t peace i wanted so it wasn t peace i found i wouldn t stand for reason and it never would sit down the bird upon my shoulder has not one kind word to say my eye is on the sparrow but she looks the other way carry on and me away hey look alive the end of days and our very blood taste like honey now there upon the mountain is the shadow of a hand tugging at the stubborn mule now standing like a man and twitching like the phantom limb of this whole countryside disappearing at the knee and breaking up our stride carry on and me away hey look alive the end of days and our very blood taste like honey now i want time and bread and wine sugar and a spoon i want for the hungry years to be swallowed by this room i wait out your memory now singing in the trees i wait for one grave angel and i know she waits for me carry on and me away hey look alive the end of days and our very blood taste like honey now
['alternative country', 'roots rock']