The Keeper - Macntaj & The Bird

I come from far away My boots don't know this ground But they know it's real It doesn't take too long For this road to become A battlefield And before I let one more fire go out Understand that I won't give one inch of ground From beneath yours and my feet Whatever the price happens to be I may not be the keeper of the flame But I am the keeper Beauty and truth collide Where love meets genocide Where laughter meets fear Confusion all around And as I try to feed these mouths That have never known singing And before I let one more tear hit the ground I will be the one standing between you and the sound Of the rounds echoing out Out of the dark The smoke and the spark Aimed at the heart of the flame I am the keeper ooooh I cannot see the light At the end of the tunnel tonight My eyes are weary And before I let one more life get erased From the ashes I will rise for you and the ghosts Of the names the faces and frames The love and the pain for you I remain Though I'm not worthy of being The keeper of the flame I am the keeper yeahhhhh I am the keeper

There's a lighthouse keeper in the lonely night As the waves come crashing on the shore, on the shore And the lighthouse keeper sits alone 'til the dawn In his solitary joy He spends his days asleep but wakes in time for family To come home and spend a little time And though he loves this time He always seems to calm his mind Watching the coastline in the night He's awake to hear the whistle of the late night train But hears nothing of the school's morning bell If happiness is found in light The tow'r that brightens up the night Is happiness as far as he can tell If happiness is found in light The tow'r that brightens up the night Is happiness as far as he can tell

Yellow bird, yellow bird, up high in banana tree. Yellow bird, you sit all alone like me. Did your lady friend leave your nest again? That is very sad, makes me feel so bad. You can fly away, in the sky away. You're more lucky than me. I also had a pretty girl, she's not with me today. They're all the same, the pretty girls, Take tenderness then they fly away. Yellow bird up high in banana tree. Yellow bird, you sit all alone like me. Let her fly away, in the sky away. Pick a town and soon, take from night to noon Black and yellow, you, like banana too, They might pick you some day Wish that i was a yellow bird, I'd fly away with you. But i am not a yellow bird, So here i sit, nothin' else to do. Yellow bird. Yellow bird. Yellow bird.

Well, the covey took wing, shotguns a-singin' A pointing dog down in the old logging road Danny got three and looked back a-grinning I fumbled and I tried to reload The country was cold with the sun westward sinking It's good to be back in this place With my hands around a Belgian made Browning My mind on the lines of her face Well now, Danny's my buddy, we grew up like family Hunted this timber before we could drive And the old English Pointer, he once belonged to me But I give him up when I moved in '05 Off with a girl, off to the city Off on a wing and a chance Hell, I thought it'd play out just like some story We fell in love at a rodeo dance She said, "Go back to Cherokee County Won't you crawl back with nothing but a razor and a comb?" Says, "Babe, if you need me, I'll be where you found me Go on to hell, honey, I'm headed home" Dan says, "Look at ol' Jim A dozen Decembers behind him no worse for the wear And your time spent in Tulsa did not help your shooting And look at the gray in your hair How good does it feel? You belong in these hills It's best that you let it all end If you'd have married that girl, you'd have married her family You dodged a bullet, my friend" She said, "Go back to Cherokee County Won't you crawl back with nothing but a razor and a comb?" Says, "Babe, if you need me, I'll be where you found me Go on to hell, honey, I'm headed home" Ah, and I was beginning to deal with it ending The old dog had pointed while part of me died And a flutter of feathers Then a shotgun to shoulder I thought of the Fourth of July She'll be home on the Fourth of July I bet we'll dance on the Fourth of July Dan says, "Hell of a shot, looks like you've still got it That's what we came here to do Well, it's light enough still, at the foot of the hill We could kick up a single or two" She said, "Go back to Cherokee County Won't you crawl back with nothing but a razor and a comb?" Says, "Babe, if you need me, I'll be where you found me Go on to hell, honey, I'm headed home" Go on to hell, honey, I'm headed home