Loose Freight - Livingston Lyrics

Tonight I can see for miles
You've tossed the blind and turned a while
And wild above your crooked smile
There's payphone in your eyes

But now I'm all out of change
And this receiver's humming like the rain
That's strung out on the tension lines
A choir stumbling through the sky

Where this distance is not our own
And it swings over every pier and silo
As we're counting ties, we're counting freight
And we're counting time, we're counting days
Just to pay our way back home

Tonight your raindrop's time has come
Driving south from Livingston
The town of iron blanket flood
Of Bitterroot off run

Where the world upon itself is bending
The Tetons' rearview mist is tempered
By your temple
On my homebound shoulder as I sing

That this distance is not our own
And it swings over every pier and silo
As we're counting ties, we're counting freight
And we're counting time, we're counting days
Just to pay our way back home
Just to pay our way back home