Kitchen Door

When I was young
I wanted to be just like him
One of the charm, of a bright orange smile
And muscular laughter
Bold brown eyes flashing fearless
When he sat not alone
On cold blue nights
In empty boxcars

Riding a freight train's
Solitary wail
Away from Nebraska
Depression, accompanying dreams
Withered farms
Nothing left but the
Leaves of possibilities

No was her name
No was the lion that no one could tame
But faith was his name
Faith came around with a smile on his face anyway
He said, tell, tell me now
Tell me the worry that knit up your brow

She said slow down this train
Slow down the iron that runs in my veins

I can hear you tap tappin' at my kitchen door
I can hear the river run, and the river want more
Don’t you know, I’m already sure
I can hear you tap tappin' at my kitchen door

But No kept her name
No got so quiet she put out her flame
But Faith stayed the same
Faith came around with that smile on his face the next day
He said, follow me down
Follow me down with your pick and your plow

I can hear you tap tappin' at my kitchen door
I can hear the river run and the river want more
Don’t you know, I am already sure
I can hear you standing quiet at my kitchen door