Song Description

Taken from the 2012 album, Fires of Home by Rosedale Crossing. Full band and album details available at www.rosedalecrossing.com.

Lyrics

Well I'm walking down the road of old man Joe
He's an honest boy but his thoughts are seldom told
Since age sixteen he's been living in a waking dream
And the vacant gaze ain't always what it seems

Well I first met Joe in the spring of ninety-one
You could tell by his eyes he's a man who's been and he's gone
It grew cold as the light through his hair grew burning red
The weight of his stare meant my words were left unsaid


But he chose not to grace me with his thoughts
Eyes wide as he heard my faithless dreams
With his fists hard as stone by his side
He stared as he whispered as he cried

Hey, hey Joe, won't you let me inside
Burning clouds, sky is on fire
Hey now Joe, turn your eyes to the west
Sun and horizon have evening caressed

Joe knew a girl and she was a friend of mine
He watched her from afar as she grew with the strength of time
After church one day Joe took his old army knife
And with the sureness of the priest Joe took my darling's life

Well now thirteen years and four short months have passed
And the stones of my life have long been all but cast
As I walk down the road to the house of Old Man Joe
There's paper in my hand and metal in the pocket of my coat