Someday, I'm gonna live In your house up on the hill And when your skinhead neighbor goes missing I'll plant a garden in the yard, then They're gluing in roses on a flatbed You should see it I mean thousands I grew up here till it all went up in flames Except the notches and the door frames I don't know when you got taller See your reflection in the water Off the bridge at the Huntington I hopped the fence when I was seventeen Then I knew What I wanted And when I grow up I'm gonna look up from my phone and see my life And it's gonna be just like My recurring dream I'm at the movies I don't remember what I'm seeing The screen turns in to a tidal wave Then it's a dorm room Like a hedge maze And when I find you, you touch my leg And I insist But I wake up before we do it I don't know how but I'm taller It must be something in the water Everything's growing in our garden You don't have to know that it's haunted The doctor put her hands over my liver And she told me my resentments getting smaller No I'm not afraid of hard work And I did everything I want I have everything I wanted

Someday, I'm gonna live In your house up on the hill And when your skinhead neighbor goes missing I'll plant a garden in the yard, then They're gluing in roses on a flatbed You should see it I mean thousands I grew up here 'til it all went up in flames Except the notches on the door frames I don't know when you got taller See your reflection in the water Off the bridge at the Huntington Into the fence when I was seventeen Then I knew What I wanted When I grow up I'm gonna look up from my phone and see my life And it's gonna be just like My recurring dream I'm at the movies I don't remember what I'm seeing The screen turns in to a tidal wave Then it's a dorm room Like a hedge maze And when I find you, you touch my leg And I insist But I wake up before we do it I don't know how but I'm taller It must be something in the water Everything's growing in our garden You don't have to know that it's haunted The doctor put her hands over my liver She told me my resentments getting smaller No I'm not afraid of hard work I did everything I want I have everything I wanted

Old Stewball was a racehorse And I wish he were mine He never drank water He always drank wine His bridal was silver His mane it was gold And the worth of his saddle Has never been told Oh the fairgrounds were crowded And Stewball was there But the betting was heavy On the bay and the mare And away up yonder Ahead of them all Came a prancin' and a dancin' My noble Stewball I bet on the gray mare I bet on the bay If I'd a bet on old Stewball I'd be a free man today Oh the hoot owl she hollered And the turtle dove moaned I'm a poor boy in trouble I'm a long way from home Old Stewball was a racehorse And I wish he were mine He never drank water He always drank wine

And it came to pass on a Christmas evening When all the doors were shuttered tight Outside standing, a lonely boy-child Cold and shivering in the night On the street every window Save but one was gleaming bright And to this window walked the boy-child Peeking in saw candlelight Through other windows he had looked at turkeys Ducks, and geese, and cherry pies But through this window saw a gray-haired lady Table bare, tears in her eyes Into his coat reached the boy-child Knowing well there was little there He took from his pocket his own Christmas dinner A bit of cheese and some bread to share His outstretched hands held the food and they trembled As the door it opened wide Said he "Would you share with me Christmas dinner?" Gently said she, "Come inside" The gray-haired lady brought forth to the table Glasses two,the last drops of wine Said she "Here's a toast to everyone's Christmas And especially yours and mine!" And it came to pass on that Christmas evening While all the doors were shuttered tight That in that town the happiest Christmas Was shared by candlelight

If you miss the train I'm on, you will know that I am gone You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles, A hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles, You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles. Lord I'm one, Lord I'm two, Lord I'm three, Lord I'm four, Lord I'm 500 miles from my home. 500 miles, 500 miles, 500 miles, 500 miles Lord I'm five hundred miles from my home. Not a shirt on my back, not a penny to my name Lord I can't go a-home this a-way This a-away, this a-way, this a-way, this a-way, Lord I can't go a-home this a-way. If you miss the train I'm on you will know that I am gone You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.