Carrie Newcomer - The Speed of Soul Lyrics

I found her sleeping in a Kansas truck stopIn the corner boothShe’d been waiting there for monthsAnd that’s the truthShe looked at me with wary eyesShe’d heard all my liesShe was not surprisedShe only looked at meAnd shook her headCome back, come homeI’m gathering the crumbs and the stonesBeen travelling faster than my soul can goOne subject line, one click awayBut at the end of the dayI couldn’t even sayThe things that I had doneSo I spent the morning sweeping floorsI didn’t want much moreThan to do just one thing at a timeAnd call it mineCome back, come homeI’m gathering the crumbs and the stonesBeen travelling faster than my soul can goBefore songs were grooves and linesCaught in jars like firefliesThe only place a song was heldSoft or razor-sharpWas is in the heartMr. Gatling made a Gatling gunHe said it would end warWho could send some mother’s son through such a door?But the bullets move at the speed of coldDrones do as they’re toldAnd the men go home at night and kiss the wifeAnd watch TVAnd never see all those souls untethered floating out to seaCome back, come homeWe’re gathering the crumbs and the stonesBeen travelling faster than our souls can goCome back, come homeWe’re gathering the crumbs and the stonesBeen travelling faster than our souls can goFaster than our souls can goFaster than our souls can go