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Verse 1:
There’s a smoker in his big truck
and he just flicks them on the ground
leaving trails of empty sadness
for the people in his town

He doesn’t notice all his movements
cast a shadow to be seen
by his impressionable grand-kids
using paper bags to breathe

Chorus:
Oooh ooh ooh – is it honey or oil that you really want?
Oooh ooh ooh – you keep bees out back, keep a guard dog in the front
Oooh ooh ooh – is it honey or oil that you’re looking for?
Oooh ooh ooh – you keep bees out back, keep a shotgun at your door

Verse 2:
As she crosses up her arms
and pulls the shades down real low
A house-wife barks a list out
of a middle-class so-and-so

And all the places she ain’t been yet
And how could he call himself a man
And that the neighbors make her feel like
dust into a fan

Chorus:
Oooh ooh ooh – is it honey or oil that you really want?
Oooh ooh ooh – you keep bees out back, keep a guard dog in the front
Oooh ooh ooh – is it honey or oil that you’re looking for?
Oooh ooh ooh – you keep bees out back, keep a shotgun at your door

Bridge:
All their bones become fossils either way
And a candidate breaks a promise just to say
That the flooded New York subways made him cry
And he didn’t want to lie…he couldn’t lie

Chorus:
Oooh ooh ooh – is it honey or oil that you really want?
Oooh ooh ooh – you keep bees out back, keep a guard dog in the front
Oooh ooh ooh – is it honey or oil that you’re looking for?
Oooh ooh ooh – you keep bees out back, keep a shotgun at your door

Verse 1:
I’ve been missing church on Sundays
Been drinking away my Friday nights
Lost track of my sister’s birthday
Brought a bow to my last gun fight

Then my neighbors put a fence up
And pull the shades when the sun goes down
Now I can’t collect on my wages
Not getting paid by a buried crown

Chorus:
Lambs become lions, rise and rise again
Keep your arrow true my friend
Lambs become lions, rise and rise again
Keep your arrow true my friend

Verse 2:
I lost a fellow fighter in battle
His last request was to deliver his sword
to his father who asked for a story
And so he listened how I knew the lord

And how forgiveness should be granted to children
when fathers forget to show their love
And that if you can’t collect on your wages
Don’t try to take it from the man above

Chorus:
Lambs become lions, rise and rise again
Keep your arrow true my friend
Lambs become lions, rise and rise again
Keep your arrow true my friend

Bridge:
Tuck told me the church barn is full of grain
‘That’s good’, I said
‘I like a silent, empty church when I pray’

Verse 3:
So I sailed into the town of Loxley
King Richard’s crown wrapped in Red and Gold
And according to the tower of London
The youngest son will don it ’til he’s cold

Then I finally let ’em know I was Longstride
And liberty by law has a ring
But if you can’t collect on your wages
Try getting paid by a dead King

Chorus:
Lambs become lions, rise and rise again
Keep your arrow true my friend
Lambs become lions, rise and rise again
Keep your arrow true my friend

Verse 1:
Bet you’d like to know, what she’s thinking about at night
when nobody in her world will even speak
And wouldn’t it be nice if you could come to understand
Why she set the bar to high for you to reach

Bet you’d like to show, all your family and friends
how to hold an end up without any help
And wouldn’t you be wise to not think about our time
as if it led to a better part of yourself

Chorus:
Oooh, oooh, ooh
And all this washes under a fallen bridge
Oooh, oooh, ooh
Our things tell the story of what we did

Verse 2:
Bet you’d like to know, about the hand you were dealt
and why the cards seem stacked for everybody that you play
And wouldn’t it be nice, if you could thumb the scale just some
and tip the odds back over to your side for the day

Bet you’d like to show, that you learned your lesson quick
and your new way is full and rich in every way
And wouldn’t you be wise, to line up all your lies
so you don’t lose track and force yourself to pay

Chorus:
Oooh, oooh, ooh
And all this washes under a fallen bridge
Oooh, oooh, ooh
Our things tell the story of what we did

Verse 3:
Bet you’d like to know, how I’m gettin to sleep at night
and if I’m waking to the sound of a subtle sigh
Wouldn’t it be nice, if you could get to sleep before
you hurt the ones you prize

Bet you’d like to show, all the neighbors on your street
that you come and go like the oceans lonely tides
Shouldn’t you be wise, and lock your doors and windows tight
to protect the little you still got on your side

Chorus:
Oooh, oooh, ooh
And all this washes under a fallen bridge
Oooh, oooh, ooh
Our things tell the story of what we did

Verse 1:
A blanket of snow covered everything
And softened the edges of the town
The sun rose a little slower
And then the people gathered ’round

I was just a visitor
Without a face, without a name
That place knew something about me though
That I never could explain

Chorus:
I’m going back…back to Jackson
I’m cutting through…whatever’s in my way
I’m going back…back to Jackson Hole
And I don’t know how long I’m gonna stay

Verse 2:
A broke-down motel is where I slept
The white sheets were perfectly pressed
By the pretty young girls in aprons
Who held the secrets about the West

As they danced in cabin coffee shops
And spent a little of their pay
on their last pack of cigarettes
at least this is what they’d say

Chorus:
I’m going back…back to Jackson
I’m cutting through…whatever’s in my way
I’m going back…back to Jackson Hole
And I don’t know how long I’m gonna stay

Bridge:
I put my roots down in the east
but that air is hard to breathe
and like Manifest Destiny
The big sky is calling me

Verse 3:
Driving away from what I’ve been
The roadways leave new scars
Like the Tetons that sit above this town
Hoisting angels to the stars

Chorus:
I’m going back…back to Jackson
I’m cutting through…whatever’s in my way
I’m going back…back to Jackson Hole
And I don’t know how long I’m gonna stay

Verse 1:
Thought I’d leave this town, many years ago
But something about the street names, something told me ‘no’

Did a year in Carolina, missed the colors in the air
Saw the coast of California, just to say that I was there

Chorus:
All the faces here just crumble, into silhouettes that fade
But another young girl is street-side, for the annual parade

Verse 2:
There’s a shiny golden dome, a million dollars on the top
There’s a quarter in the crosswalk, for the car that wouldn’t stop

There’s a dancer on the east side, of the river that runs through
But her friend lives on the West, of the shadows that produce

Chorus:
All the faces here just crumble, into silhouettes that fade
But another young girl is street-side, for the annual parade

Bridge:
A blue-collar has his shoes shined at a lucky barbershop
But the dust will settle quickly upon the train that he can’t stop
The dinner that his wife made, stood cold as wedding feet
And his daughter cried herself to sleep

Chorus:
All the faces here just crumble, into silhouettes that fade
But another young girl is street-side, for the annual parade

Verse 3:
All the ball-fields turned to rubble, the graveyards were better kept
Than our average roadside residents, using granite as their steps

That empty Eastman schoolhouse, they should have torn it down
And used the bricks and books together, to form a circle round this town

Chorus:
All the faces here just crumble, into silhouettes that fade
But another young girl is street-side, for the annual parade