Red-tail hawk on a split-rail fence
The gathering dark of the night begins
Cicada choir on the rising wind
A lonesome beauty over everything

And winding highway let me make it home
I'm broken down, i’m skin and bone
And all this dreaming i've been living on
The silver water and the red-tail hawk

Graceful waitress on a wooden floor
An amber glass upon an empty bar
A drunkard swaying when the music starts
The neon praying of the steel guitar

And small believer i'm alive i guess
The whiskey mixing with a dream i had
The music lifting me above the bed
The silver trumpet and the clarinet

And all i know is what i see
A tattered hope, a small belief
Kaleidoscope of half-lived dreams
A photograph of something sweet

And winding highway let me hold the sound
Of coming home, of turning down
The unpaved roads of this old town
The clover fields and rows of corn

And small believer i’m alive i guess
The whiskey mixing with a dream i had
The music lifting me above the bed
The silver trumpet and the clarinet

Yeah small believer i'm alive i guess
The red-tail hawk and the split-rail fence
The neighbor girl in her yellow dress
Oh the silhouette that her shadow casts