From the recording Blue Book
Lyrics
in my Blue Book a name on a crowded page in my Blue Book a line I can't erase fight the battles on the field but the war's inside your heart winners take the spoils; losers count the scars in my dark room tattooed on the past in my dark room with things only time can outlast does no good to wave the smoke away you've been burned before and you'll burn again some day sunset spreads a stain across the sky clouds turn to bruises in the dying light little lines on the highway look like shooting stars will your soul ever catch up to where you are? there's a stone I carry a pebble in my shoe it's not heavy but it weighs me down when I think of you memory's a blessing memory's a curse territories fall to the ones who get there first memory's a blessing memory's a curse territories always fall to the ones who do their worst