Lyrics

Blow on the Coals
Written by Charles Milton Gaby
Copyright 2022

When the cold comes down Rockies
And turns to fog across the plains
This Panhandle highway
Turns a thousand shades of gray
A worn out windshield wiper.
Makes the world look like Monet

Got a yellow line beside me.
To keep me off the shoulder
Gotta make it to the show
tomorrow night in Boulder
The preacher on the radio
Says we’re almost out of time
But I believe there’s a promised land
that we’re about to find
If we blow on the coals of the heart

The sky has lost its blue
And everything’s vanilla
Looking for signs of life out
West of Amarillo
Miles and miles of windmills.
Turning steady as a clock
You wonder if the world
Is really what you thought

Got a yellow line beside me
and it keeps on getting nearer
I spent too much time
just looking in the mirror
The preacher on the radio is still
preaching up a storm
Says he knows God’s plan
But God may not conform conforms

This life is no spreadsheet,
Its a lot of poetry and art
When we blow
on the coals of the heart

Like snow falling
on a branch until it breaks
There’s so much power
Hidden in that final flake
And so you and I
Should keep the faith

Got a yellow line beside me.
To keep me off the shoulder
I seem to get visions
More and more as I get older
I see a billion broken hearts
and how they smolder
I wanna fan the embers into flames
Before the world gets any colder

So I’m standing on the road beside my car
Just feeling the wind blow
Blow on the coals of my heart