4 Score Lightnings

Leave a little something by the door
Of each place as you're leaving
Your back will be much lighter
On the road, on the road
People here are kind
You'll soon find there's not much you'll be needing
The farmers don't mind if you reap some of what they've sowed

4 score lightnings hit the sky that night
And I think of you
Oh, the effect was blinding, frightening
For a while I could see the bones and everything
Like I had x-ray view
Mmm, mmm, mmm

Leave a little something in the bowl
For each mouth that you're feeding
You'll find your rations last a fortnight or more
Sock away a song
In the mouth of each lover you're kissing
You'll hear it ring out from the opposite shore
And it will comfort you in your travels, oh
We all need comfort in our travels, oh
Comfort me in my travels, oh
We all need comfort in our travels

Oh, 4 score lightnings hit the sky
That's eighty if you multiply and that's more than a few
I suspect now the rain's washing down my face and neck
It's a sign from you
Beckoning me home from my travels, oh
Beckoning me home from my travels, oh
Because you're the spool on which it all unravels, oh
The big oak block on which the judges bang their gavels, oh

Should I, should I?
Cleave aside the mountains
Keeping score of the valleys I'm carving
Rocks and water kicked up
For the times when I'm thirsty, I'm starving