Blue Stone
Jason Molina
Alone or in company
The city makes me nervous
You know I'd rather be
With little sorrel
Or your house
Or a little further
Where I'd be standing
With my reassurer
Such an engine
Speaks such [?]
A cipher, a civilian's prayer
American on the Dorcet shore
Runs for it
Runs for it
Runs for it
To rest [?]
Again, tonight
Such poverty
Compels us to perfect our pride
And run for it
Run for it
Run for it
Run for it