Wild Plains - Stephen & the Strangers

Spilled a glass of grain

Work with Walter Wade

No man to raise a child

I’m living on the wild plains

Salt and pepper sand

Arid, barren land

Brings me to my knees

All these hopeless seeds

The girl I’m dreaming of

Sprouted from a love song

Wade just hums along

The chords I’m playing wrong

I don’t know what it means

Somebody’s gotta sing

He’s reading Lonesome Dove

And I’m picking all these love songs

Spilled a glass of grain

Work with Walter Wade

No man to raise a child

I’m living on the wild plains

Living on the wild plains

Symptoms of the night:

An ever-fading light

The looming frightened calm

Of a faraway dawn

A woman feeling strong

In the echoes of a love song

A woman feeling strong

In the echoes of a love song

Spilled a glass of grain

Work with Walter Wade

No man to raise a child

I’m living on the wild plains

Rain showers cool and mild

I’m living on the wild plains

Living on the wild plains

Living on the wild plains