Miles from the Lightning

Darkness on the fenceposts
 And a whistle from a train
 Water in the corn rows
 And a window to the rain
 Count your miles from the lightning
 Lay your money down
 Count your blessings against the thunder
 Take the thorns out of your crown
 Well it's no more highway rolling
 No more sundown ride
 No more Carolina
 No more great divide
 The words to keep from dying
 There ain't a man can find
 But the words to keep on living
 Is what you left behind
 Songs on painted shadows
 Bleed on broken roads
 Paved from here to heaven
 With anything but gold
 And anything but simple
 It always was your kind
 From the straight and narrow running
 Along the straightest line
 Darkness on the fenceposts
 And a whistle from a train
 Water in the corn rows
 And a window to the rain
 Count your miles from the lightning
 Rest your tired eyes
 Count your blessings against the thunder
 Kiss the years goodbye