From the recording The Great Majority
Lyrics
I wrote a novel on the train to Tuscaloosa
About the town I left behind
I felt so small beneath the Alabama pines
On the darkest of nights
Daddy lived in Mobile, a steal working man
Said writing wouldn't pay the bills
Said I don't need money, I just need something real
I just need something real
Why does it take a tragedy to change people's minds
A death to say fare thee well
Sometimes the world is full of things that ain't worth searchin' for
Sometimes the world is ugly as hell
Sometimes the brightest stars shine the darkest of nights
Sometimes a story needs to be told
A coffee out in Memphis is a beer in Abilene
The road tastes like whiskey dreams
Sometime the pain ain't as bad as it seems
Sometimes it's all you need
When the stories stop writing themselves
And the well runs dry
You could set there waiting all of your life
For the darkest of nights
Why does it take a tragedy to change people's minds
A death to say fare thee well
Sometimes the world is full of things that ain't worth searchin' for
Sometimes the world is ugly as hell
Sometimes the brightest stars shine the darkest of nights
Sometimes a story needs to be told
The words built like hardships and the lines built like mud
As the train kept beating down the line
I knew that I'd be finished before the morning light
Shone over the short leaf pines