Suitcase Full Of Sparks

Intro: Travelling through the graveyard With a suitcase full of sparks Honey, I'm still trying to find my way to you Lit up every campfire Found out in the dark Oh, I cut down all the cottonwoods Picked up all the arrow heads Off buffalo trails of the Indians The Oklahoma sky was cutting through Along the tracks with the runaway kid He talks and talks and talks Honey, I'm just trying to find my way to you And I quit counting stars that night In the cold, by the satellite field And I quit panning gold, running holes Yeah, I'm just trying to find my way to you Swam across Sapancha Took a train to Cataloo I opened up my guitar case And all the songs were blue I haunted all the alleys Lord I drifted 'cross the valleys Honey, I'm just trying to find my way to you And I quit casting hooks Off the California coast we held so dear And I quit flashing smiles, and running wild Yeah, I'm just trying to find my way to you Threw my bottle in the ocean She never wrote me back All the countless days across the sea of blue Learned the language of the mocking bird Took and twisted all my words Honey, I'm just trying to find my way to you And I'll meet you in the graveyard With the weathered trees and stars And we can open up that suitcase full of sparks