Chris Whitley
Frontier

Upon a paper bed
within a red and sweating room
I take a vow
when you allow me to

I want to lay right here
till we awaken somewhere else
all unafraid
only naked as yourself

The distance disappears
how far? Faith of pioneers

Sense in the things you say
scent of the way you're made
I was made to bow
if you allow me to

I want to lay right here
till you're afraid
of nothing no more
not even your name
only as naked as you are

Velocity reveals
how far? The faith of pioneers
will you fade at the frontiers?

Upon an endless bed
we could awaken somewhere far
as you could lead
God speed your sleeping car
faith of pioneers how far?
would you fade at the frontiers?

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