Standing Eight Count Songtext
von Jakob Dylan

In which direction are we going?
How many runaways are we stowing
Over the black sea with your arms around me?
In whose honor have we gone missing?
I am too hungry to imagine
A different ending to this famine
When the billion chaos of calendars and clocks
Line this to mark somewhere that God is lost

It′s a standing eight count

Out on the darker shoreless waters
Comrade, do you think we'll go under?
And on which horizon is my love for waking up?
You pass this bottle and then I think too much
Now when your body, it forgets me
And make believe that you still want me
In a swirl of white caps and a silver streak of light
Out on the bowline, we pay dearly for our size


It′s a standing eight count

Lessons will come, wisdom will wait
Whenever it does, it's too late
We're boot on now, our backs on the ground
Our faces both bloodied and bowed
When we oughta know better by now

The flat and troubled shapeless earth
Oh, it stretches further than you′ve heard
There′s no love like our love
None old and none is cursed
You hurt the ones you love
And we couldn't do much worse
How many fingers am I showing?
How many tears are you withholding?
There′s beads of sweat pouring in our eyes
If it were blood, we wouldn't know it

It′s a stand
It's a standing eight count