From the recording High Tea for Poets
The Virtual Strangers:
Jeff Cannon – All vocals and acoustic guitar
Dave Dick – Banjo
Sean Staples – Mandolin
Roger Williams – Dobro
Susan Anderson – Fiddle
Alex Weiss Hills - Accordion
Keith Skooglund – Acoustic Guitar
Ron Kadish – Upright Bass
If I could draw the sharp and crooked lines of trails that I have followed,
You might just think to chase a western sky can only lead to sorrow,
I towed the line for twelve wicked years,
Slave to the factory was not the life for me.
We started on this trip across the land in northern Massachusetts,
We've come eleven weeks and here we stand: our sixteen man communion,
Some are just children, some are alone, some bring a family,
And we have all escaped from a world
Where you don't have room to breathe,
And we're bound for Indiana.
Ah, another sunrise, hey look at my hopes rise,
I wonder what's ahead across the mountains,
Though these nights are getting longer, our union's getting stronger,
See we know of Indiana, and it's somewhere out ahead,
They say the land is open to the sky, the soil as rich as Eden,
The people have a simple grace inside, and ah that voice of reason,
Tell anyone who's dying inside, Tell everyone you see…
That if they want escape from a world
Where they don't have room to breathe,
They might try Indiana.
The heart loves Indiana.