Everyway lyrics
by Bill Callahan
I feel something coming on
A disease or a song
Call the captain, long gone
We warmed our hands in the corpse of a wild horse
On the shores of Assateague
And then blood on our hands up to our elbows
At least we're all in this horse together
I feel something coming on
A disease or a song
Call the captain, long gone
And the wooden nickel we took in the divorce
Of rider and course was by the book
It's a habit of force straight from the source
And by the book
Every way, every day
Every way, every day
I feel something coming on