The writer lives in Carolina
But he's moving soon he's moving soon he's moving soon
To Baltimore
I believe I know him better than his best friend
I like him less I like him less I Like him less
But I know him more
He keeps a distance between himself
And the words he loves and the friends he writes
He cuts his memories into little pieces
And jig-saw tapes them and jig-saw tapes them and jig-saw tapes them
In the middle of the night
Wasted lives and bluegrass
Held together by a thread
Wasted lives and blue blue blue bluegrass
Born again in the company of men
Born again in the company of men the company of men
I wish I'd known him when we had the chance
But we talk too little we talk to little we talk to little
And we're too much alike
Now I read the storie sthat he sends to others
And fool that I am fool that I am fool that I am
I understand his life
Nursing a beer I was ready to leave
Over an hour ago from this smoke and noise
To take down the top and howling wolf at the stars
A communion of fear communion of fear communion of fear
Running no longer boys
Wasted lives and bluegrass
Held together by a thread
Wasted lives and blue blue blue bluegrass
Born again in the company of men
Born again in the company of men the company of men
In the morning the luke warm water of the river
Washes a question it washes a question it washes a question
From suspicious minds
Dancing in circles that are spirialing downward
Where you don't disappear you don't disappear you don't disappear
But you don't survive
My life was saved by a chapter of silence
In a story called "Shiftless" on a Sunday night
I read the story and thought of the writer
And a freight train whistling a freight train whistling a freight train whistling
Down in Carolina
Wasted lives and bluegrass
Held together by a thread
Wasted lives and blue blue blue bluegrass
Born again in the company of men
Born again in the company of men
Born again in the company of men in the company of men