Weather is like feathers on fire Ground's like a sound in my feet I cant stop my shaking Ive been traveling so low And the shoes Ive been wearing, well theyre long and somewhat slow And a giant waking bird shakes the trees above my head Stolen shoes and a rifle I just cant seem to stay dead Oh the stones wont be lonely here this year it's gone now My lover shes got brothers down in Natchez They worship at the foot of the keep My trails been cold for days but I hear them all the same Scattered out like wildfire on the plain And the giant waking bird shakes the trees above my head Stolen shoes and a rifle I just cant seem to stay dead Oh the stones wont be lonely here this year it's gone now Weather is like feathers on fire