Lyrics Fred Eaglesmith

Fred Eaglesmith

Codeine

Well, the codeine sure makes it hard to round up the cattle

And the light sure does hurt your tortured eyes

You keep falling in and out of your broken saddle

There's so many knots you've forgotten how to tie

And the winds willow softly like a funeral home

And the dew sparkles like a baby's tear

And your hands are softer than you've ever known

There's nothing left for you to see or hear

And that bloody barbed wire they've put it up everywhere

And those summer storms they sure do make it shine

The dust has changed the colour of your hair

The wind has changed the lines around your eyes

And you just can't drink whiskey anymore

And there's nothing that'll kill your endless heartburn

And that pickup truck is starting so much harder

Lately, you've been taking some wrong turns

And those survey stakes, they're on the horizon

And they ain't staking out wells or mines

And the sight of those machines could start you crying

And the sounds keep you up in the night

And the sounds keep you up in the night

And the sounds keep you up in the night

And the sounds keep you up in the night