Suitcase Full of Sparks

Traveling through the graveyard with a suitcase full of sparks
 Honey, I'm just trying to find my way to you
 Lit up every campfire I found out in the dark
 Oh, I cut down all the cottonwoods
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 I picked up all the arrowheads off buffalo trails of the Indians
 The Oklahoma sky was cutting through
 Along the tracks with the Runaway, he just talks and talks and talks
 Honey, I'm just trying to find my way to you
 I quit counting stars that night
 In the cold by the satellite field
 And I quit panning gold, digging holes
 Yeah, I'm just trying to find my way to you
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 Swam across the Poncha, took a train to Cataloo
 Opened up my guitar case and all the songs were blue
 I haunted all the alleys, Lord, I drifted down 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
 I quit flashing smiles and running wild
 Yeah, I'm just trying to find my way to you
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 Threw my bottle to the ocean, she never wrote me back
 All the countless days along the sea of blue
 Learned the language of the mockingbird, she took and twisted all my words
 Yeah, I'm just trying to find my way to you
 And I'll meet you in the graveyard
 With the winter trees and stars
 Oh, we could open up this suitcase full of sparks