Sun Kil Moon - The Johnny Cash Trail lyrics

I wake up in the morning next to you
Muted sunshine pouring through
And from my bedroom we see so
Many trees reaching for the sky
Italian pines and redwoods sequoias
And oaks so green
And like a magnet, I’m drawn to you
And like an anchor cast into
The ocean from a ship, i fall into you

I hear my garden calling me
The begonias, the English lavenders, the
Violas, and the lilies
And the California poppies
And the morning glories
And my herb garden full
Of parsley, various mints, and rosemary
Hey, let’s go take a walk
Along The Johnny Cash Trail
Splash around in the American Rivеr
And walk across the bridges
And through the Cеntral California Hills
And walk by Folsom Prison
I heard Suge Knight did some time in there
It made me hurt, when in
The documentary, he said
"How could it be me? ‘Pac was
Worth more alive than dead"
And now I’m laying on my
Couch on my wrap-around porch
A distraught friend’s coming over
Her and her husband are talking divorce
I’ve made the guest room nice for her
Fresh pillowcases and clean sheets
And I put a blue vase in
The window full of morning glories
And I’m re-reading Nine Stories as
We wait for her
I haven’t read it since my early 20s
Oh that’s right, Seymour Glass
Seymour Glass lost
His mind, and on this planet
He wasn’t meant to last
And in the story Uncle
Wiggily in Connecticut
I’d forgotten about how Eloise cried to
Mary Jane in the end
When she remembered the girl from school
Making fun of her brown-and-yellow dress

And while rereading For Esmé
With Love and Squalor, i
Thought I’m a little bit like Henry Miller
And a little bit like JD sallinger
I’m like Sallinger in that I like
My solitude and my privacy
And I’m like Miller in that I can
Also be gregarious and fairly good socially
And like both of them I’m
Funny and to the point
Like both of ‘em I can
Pull at your heartstrings but overall
I’m more like Miller in
That I write autobiographically
Direct and reckless Sallinger goes
For the heart
Miller goes for the solar plexus

And I close the book when my
Friend pulls up the driveway
She’s in tears and I show her to her room
She tells me that she’ll be hiding away
And Caroline goes up to the bedroom
And we kiss goodnight
And I tell her and my friend
Downstairs that I’ll be nearby
On the patio, next to a pack of cigarettes
Looking up at the stars in the sky
The breeze is mild
The euphoric scent of my Island Pines
Watering Spanish faces full of succulents
And weeds and cacti
And a part of me is living
But a part of me feels like it has died

All I know is that the
Atmosphere tonight is all mine
Down the stairs is one of my best friends
And upstairs is the love of my life
And I’m out here under the porchlight
Looking out for both of them
Like Atticus Finch on the courthouse
Steps protecting Tom Robinson
The world is at once so painful
And uncertain and yet so blind
All I know for sure is that
The atmosphere tonight is all mine
And I’m rereading another story
Pretty Mouth and Green My Eyes