Birmingham Road - Jeff Black

St. Christopher swings from a silver chain

As he jumps through the dashboard light

Running with the angels in the powertrain

Out here on the edge of the night

As we pull into the darkness the mad dog

Bites and one bright light cuts through the

Cold the radio plays the same old relays

And we’ve got to get young to get old

Flying through the fields of my heaven

Where the red haw and the hawthorn grow

Take me back to the beginning

And meet me down on birmingham road

Take me back to the beginning

And meet me down on birmingham road

Right down to the wire mister we draw the line

Between midnight and the light of the day

The full moon dies where ulysses cries

So darkness can have her way

It was the first time that I held her

The first time that I touched her

It was the last time that I heard her sing

Out from under the sweet song of surrender

Out from under the wing

She came to me in moving dreams

Sweet visions at the wheel

I close my eyes to sweet surprise

Oh god please make this real

I am flying over fields of clover

High above the trees

The child as king is everything

So I do just as I please

Dancing with the devil’s daughter

Wash my sins away with the wine

Walking on the water

Running for my life

And when I get down to the garden

I circle over the stone

I am falling I am drifting

I’m losing my direction

Lord I’m coming home