Jeffrey Foucault Miles From The Lightning Lyrics

Darkness on the fenceposts,
And a whistle from the train
Water in the corn rows,
And a window to the rain
Count your miles from the lightning,
Lay your money down
Count your blessings against the thunder,
Take the thorns out of your crown
Well it's no more highway rolling,
No more sundown ride
No more Carolina,
No more great divide
The words to keep from dying,
There ain't a man can find
But the words to keep on living,
Is what you left behind
Songs on painted shadows,
Bleed on broken roads
Paved from here to heaven,
With anything but gold
And anything but simple,
It always was your kind
From the straight and narrow running,
Along the straightest line
And its darkness on the fenceposts,
And a whistle from the train
Water in the corn rows,
And a window to the rain
Count your miles from the lightning,
Rest your tired eyes
Count your blessings against the thunder,
Kiss the years goodbye