Notes:



Jt on sony.com: my brother alex died in '93 on (not for) my birthday. we all went down to florida to say goodbye. the day after we flew home (the day after his cremation) a giant mother hurrican

Lowed us north through the carolina's; trashing everything in it's path and finally raining record rains on martha's vineyard (home).

In parisa year later I changed his character to a hippie chick named alice and the location to santa fe; but my soulful older brother is still all over this song like a cheap suit.



Almost fuck-free.



The sun shines on this funeral

The same as on a birth

The way it shines on everything

That happens here on earth

It rolls across the western sky

And back into the sea

And spends the day¹s last rays

Upon this fucked-up family

So long old pal



The last time I saw alice

She was leaving santa fe

With a bunch of round-eyed buddhists

In a killer chevrolet

Said they turned her out of texas

Yeah she burned 'em down back home

Now she's wild with expectation

On the edge of the unknown



Chorus:

Oh it's enough to be on your way

It's enough just to cover ground

It's enough to be moving on

Homebuild it behind your eyes

Carry it in your heart

Safe among your own



They brought her back on a friday night

Same day I was born

We sent her up the smoke stack

And back into the storm

She blew up over the san juan mountains

And spent herself at last

The threat of heavy weather

That was what she knew the best



Chorus



It woke me up on a sunday

An hour before the sun

It had me watching the headlights

Out on highway 591

'til I stepped into my trousers

'til I pulled my big boots on

I walked out on the mesa

And I stumbled on this song



Chorus