Running like a thread through the eye of a needle
Stitching up time with my hands on the wheel
Oh Chautauqua day
Take me to the blessing of the next café

I'm a rubber tramp and I'll make you a barter
I love what I do and I ain't no martyr
Send me out on faith
I go 500 miles for a 100 dollar day

There's rusted bridges over concrete crumbling
Semi's make that distant rumbling
Oh the rivers of wind
Running both ways on an asphalt vein

I see the buffalo grass and the ragged cattails
Standing knee deep in an April rain
Mississippi's high
Geese fly north on a west bound sky

Billboards blow about places distant
They say get your fill here, you don't know what you're missing
Roll me over again
For a night of cable I will be your friend

I'm running like a thread through the eye of a needle
Stitching up time with my hands on the wheel
Oh Chautauqua day
Take me to the blessing of the next café
Take me to the blessing of the next café

© 1999 Threshold Music/BMI