• The Ghost Pines

I Love You (Or the Mountains)

Chasing down a rolling stone

I found myself so far from home

Like waking up from a dream

When you’re not quite sure what it all means

(C1) Follow me to the promised land

I promise you that I’ll be your man (whoa-oh)

Drink with me from the fountain

Honey, I love you...or the mountains

Sunrise breaks over the hills

Burning off the morning chill

But in the light love fades away

and I’m not sure what I should say, except


Chase each other round in circles, when’s it gonna end?

Always hoping a new summit’s waiting round the bend

But instead we slipped and fell and now there’s nothing to ascend

We’ve tried this climb a thousand times

Honey, we’ve tried this climb a thousand times

Now it’s time to face what we both know

That it’s way past time to go

You can sit and wonder why

I’ll find my answers in the sky

(C2) Don’t follow me, ‘cause I have no plan

Now I’m a free but a rambling (wandering/wounded) man

You broke my heart, but who’s counting?

Honey, I loved you...or the mountains

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  • The Ghost Pines

Ride (Charley)

Skippin’ town on a midnight train

Those city lights can drive a boy insane

Fell asleep to the drumming rain

Ride, young Charley, ride

Out in Omaha he found his muse

A red-haired girl who really lit his fuse

She made him want to learn to sing the blues

Ride, young Charley, ride

Out in the woods they fell in love

While thunder rumbled from the clouds above

His friends all said she fit him like a glove

Ride, young Charley, ride


Well, they got married and they settled down

Into a van that Charley drove around

Woke up most days in a brand-new town

Ride, Charley, ride

Changed directions with the evening breeze

They saw the mountains and they saw the seas

That kind of beauty brings you to your knees

Ride, Charley, ride

For ten years they criss-crossed this land

Just the two of them, hand in hand

Never before was there a happier man

Ride, Charley, ride


They sold the van and found a place to stay

His face grew lined, her haired turning grey

Their love grew stronger, though, day by day

Ride, Charley, ride

Now age is cruel and death isn’t fair

One day he woke up and she wasn’t there

Her spirit floated out into the air

Ride, old Charley, ride

After that, Charley wasn’t the same

He was alone with only time to blame

He lived for years, though, just nursing that flame

Ride, old Charley, ride

Then one day he up and rented a van

Took one more trip across the length of the land

Back to the woods where it all began

Ride, Charley, ride

Ten miles in, he knew he’d reached his end

He heard her calling up around the bend

No human eye ever saw him again

Ride, Charley, ride

(Instrumental outro)

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  • The Ghost Pines


I left home when I was twenty-four

To leave the kid I was behind (for good)

I cut my hand on some glass the night before

So the wheel was sticky with my blood

A compass, an atlas, and a truck full of odds and ends

I was too heavy to disappear (with her)

As Ryan sang “Won’t you miss your friends?”

I cried because I wasn’t sure

(C) And I was following the roads

As they spread out like veins from the heart of my home

Outrunning all my ghosts

The blank spaces on the map are where I’ll always roam

We settled down into the middle of nowhere

Then she said that it was time for her (to go)

I’d stand in the darkness at the edge of town and stare

I’ve never felt more alone

I fell in love, when I was twenty-six

With a sad girl who loved the road (like me)

But she had a home, and a family that she missed

We both knew it wasn’t meant to be

She slept in my bed while I sat and smoked out front

And Radiohead played Karma (Police)

I realized sometimes you can’t get what you want

But you might still get what you need


The summer when I turned twenty-nine

I crossed the country on highway (two)

It was me and Neal, and a new best friend of mine

And that same old atlas to see us through

It took eight days, through forests, dunes, and plains

We drove all day and slept out in (the air)

And in the end, the wisdom of all that space

Descended on us like an asphalt prayer

Now me and my best friend, we live out in the woods

But I still hear the road singing (its song)

And every time I do, I put down all my shoulds

And hope that she’ll still come along


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