From the recording Ghosts & Whispers
Lyrics
seventeen days til the fourth of july
I am riding the concrete and wind
in between trips to the cafe I slip through
daydream mazes again
there is firewood, coal and old newspaper
Locked tight and ready to burn
the spark is a mystery but I know it's history
and darlin it always returns
we gon' be up for the rest of the night
we gon be out til the morning is light
ain't gonna stop til it feels all right
we gon be up for the rest of the night
Madison waits for me down by the river
laid out in the afternoon sun
she's a beautiful stain on a desolate plain
Where long ago water would run
we careen through the ditches and over the cracks
as we hunt through the shadows and heat
she suddenly swoons and communes with the daisies
fighting up through the gaps in the street
we gon' be up for the rest of the night
we gon be out til the morning is light
ain't gonna stop til it feels all right
we gon be up for the rest of the night
oh oh oh
We gonna fly so high that we can’t come
down down down
Take us miles away from the ground
oh oh oh
Madison drove from Chicago to New York
in summer of twenty ought three
stared at hole in the the ground there for hours
couldn't believe what she'd seen
she cried that night from a motel window looking out over bowery bay
in the morning awoke and shouted life is a joke
but I won't let it stand in my way
we gon' be up for the rest of the night
we gon be out til the morning is light
ain't gonna stop til it feels all right
we gon be up for the rest of the night
there's a world outside whether we like it or not
and beyond that another one more
and beyond that an infinite plane of existence
makes us wonder what we are here for
and who knows maybe nothing buildings crumble
lives are shattered some will say it’s beyond our control
but when life wakes us and breaks us so much
we fix it until we are whole, so…