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