Ronnie Glover

Lyrics

Rough Edges - Fred Eaglesmith
 
Cracks in your windshield.
Holes in you life.
And you're trying to get home,
Before it gets light.
And that old 5 ton truck,
Don't run good no more.
Barely gets up those hills,
With your foot to the floor.
And your horses are tired,
And your excuses are weak,
And you ain't won a race,
Since '73.
But on through the night,
That trailer just sways.
An east wind you know,
Always brings rain.
 
And out on the freeway,
Those big wheels just roll.
Out past your time,
And through your front door.
Lights on the skyline.
Signs on the road.
You don't pick up your mail.
You don't answer your door.
And your old friends are dead,
And gone away.
Wild flowers cry,
Over their graves.
And the paper they throw,
At the end of the lane,
An east wind it says,
Always brings rain.
 
Down by the river,
Where the old boys still ride,
And the edges are rough,
As suicide.
Where the whisky's got color,
And the cows feed on grass.
The windmills pump water.
And your cheques don't go bad.
And your blankets are dirty,
And your eternity frayed.
And on through the night
That trailer just sways.
So load up those cattle,
And move out that train.
An east wind you know,
Always brings rain.
 
Cracks in your windshield.
Holes in you life.
And you're trying to get home,
Before it gets light.