From the album Honey from Dried Grass

Lyrics

Afraid of the Crowd
by Christopher Cook

Running back to the house
There ain’t enough rain to wash the tears from your blouse
Do you tasks, do the things that make you rhyme
Don’t worry ‘bout what people say, it’s not worth the time

You got a window looking down on St. Germaine
You sit at your table and you see everything
You know your way now and it makes you a little proud
You saw yourself through a breakdown – you’re not afraid of the crowd

Why don’t you leave those boots down there in the sand
They don’t really fit you, so begin again
And call me on your way if you need a hand
Because Colorado will always take you in

It seems like I’ve lived
The time that you’ve lived
But everyone sees a different world

And I know that you’ve been
With artless travelers
Who unravel the wonder
And take the stars out of the eyes
Of the sweetest girl

Why don’t you leave those boots down there in the sand
They don’t really fit you, so begin again
And call me on your way if you need a hand
Because Colorado will always take you in

There was a time when you wished you were never born
Maybe you were just bitten by the wind
Like a hobo’s dog in a winter storm
You were loyal to the end

Why don’t you leave those boots down there in the sand
They don’t really fit you, so begin again
And call me on your way if you need a hand
Because Colorado will always take you in