Out among the weeds
Out among the weeds
We banish you beyond the reach
Of honor, fame, and flattering speech
Out beyond the gates
Out beyond the gates
Convicted of the high offense
Of honesty and tenderness
Men discard what they won't use
The chapel bells have turned to blues
You and I have come to find
What we can make of love and time
Envy and fatigue
Threaten our dignity
Betrayal, cant, and rotten luck
Death came in a pickup truck
An era all alone
There's nothing worse I've ever known
Never
Men discard what they won't use
The chapel bells have turned to blues
Out among the rocks and weeds
The peony will find its seed
And the lily too
In the morning dew
You and I have come to find
What we can make of love and time
You and I have come to find
What we can make of love and time
Oh, what can we make of love and time
What can we make of love and time?
What can we make of love and time?
What can we make of love and time?
Out among the weeds
You and me
Instruments: Lon Rivers
Mixed by Will Timbers
Written by: Jeff Takacs