The Hanging Road by Joseph Huber Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Well, souls do roll, and the days, they burn
You gotta let 'em pass by
The day you're born is the day you turned
From the road up in that sky
World knocked you off that track
And your love and sorrow grow
Until the day you fly right back
Up to the hanging road

[Verse 2]
Well I started out on the road from home
To carve my own folk tale
And to find a song to set one free
From their skull-bone jail
There ain't no way to bridge the road
Between one who stays and one who goes
Two tied shoes and away you float
Right towards the hanging road

[Chorus]
Someplace [or any?]
There's too much slack in this old road
And I've been waiting
For someone like you to come along
Before they take me
Far up to the hanging road
You can take me
Where I only go in song
[Verse 3]
These days roots don't grow too deep
So you gotta hold on tight
To old song singing, and you by me
We know we'll get by
When sorrow jumps through our [windowed?] souls
And spins a dark fire that only burns cold
Know it ain't yet your time to go
Up to the hanging road

[Chorus]
Someplace [or any?]
There's too much slack in this old road
And I've been waiting
For someone like you to come along
Before they take me
Far up to the hanging road
You can take me
Where I only go in song

[Instrumental]

[Chorus]
Someplace [or any?]
There's too much slack in this old road
And I've been waiting
For someone like you to come along
Before they take me
Far up to the hanging road
You can take me
Where I only go in song