A cover of Working Hands by Tom Eisenbraun from his 2014 album "Radio Ghost"

I saw jack-in-the-pulpit and I knew I belonged And I felt every sermon and I held every song O The trees creaked and shifted as they turned and dropped their leaves And I pulled an empty bottle and I held it to the breeze. Oh this one life…

A cover of Working Hands by Tom Eisenbraun from his 2014 album "Radio Ghost"

A cover of Working Hands by Tom Eisenbraun from his 2014 album "Radio Ghost"

A cover of Working Hands by Tom Eisenbraun from his 2014 album "Radio Ghost"

Cracked glass Lightning Strike The passing Yellow Line Pull over I said I’m fine Everything we took for granted Oh I can taste it Now it all amounts to nothing more than wasted time I said I’ll try Sad sack…

Spinning like the wheel Painted on the temple Does the wheel turn slowly Or is it me that moves? I can count the hours And I can name the prophets Kept like silver spoons Struck like wooden matches Should I call it sleep or divine…

Everyone is writing songs inside their heads Waking up from sleeping in their unmade beds I cleared out space in springtime to make room for the fall I wrote you words of kindness, but I won’t speak them at all The kudzu choked the hillside…

One Newport left in the pack I know that we ain't coming back Waving goodbye to my friends Beginnings can feel like the end Thrusters go off underneath Vibrations under my feet Can't help but think of that thrill Card in my spokes as…