David Arn Power Line Lyrics

Dawn wind off the mountain
She loved that cool rag breeze
Professor's daughters wear such nice clothes
She once carried his desire
to an Eden far away
September would chain the border closed

He watched her pack her poetry
I will text you from Chicopee
Three paydays she's been gone
Power line was approved
Busses are on the the road
Her ghost politely urges move on

Hum on the mountain from the power line He tries so hard to keep his heart space clean
When he lays his tool bag down, love makes a faint sound
along the ridge line from places he has never seen

Chalk face full moon rising
Silver trees shadowing along the drive
Next time tell her she answered all your prayers
Her magazines are dead
in a pile by the chair
Hope comes crawling, some nights it waits on stairs