LYRICS

BONE GLINT

Found a bleached-out rib In the tall-grass heat Nature left a tool Lyin' at my feet I didn't need the iron I didn't need the forge Just a piece of yesterday To fish the mountain gorge

Scrape it on the stone Shape it with a flint Lookin' for the curve And the white-bone glint It’s the rhythm of the creek It’s the rhythm of the line Turnin' old bone Into somethin' mighty fine

Carve a little notch For the hempen twine Sharpen up the point 'Til she’s lookin' prime No shop-bought silver No wire from the town Just a hook from the earth To pull the big ones down

You have to follow the grain... If you fight the bone, the bone will snap. Patience is the sharpenin' stone. Wait for the barb to find its teeth.

Now she’s sinkin' deep Where the shadows play Waitin' on a pull At the end of the day The bone remembers What it used to be Now it’s holdin' onto life Underneath the willow tree

There... Sharp enough to catch the moon. [End]