Dogwood
Written by B. Tench and L. Carroll

Well my name is not important
You could say I've been around
And my song it has been stolen like all others in this town
I can tell the way I'm headed by the moss upon the trees
I mean every word I've said
And nothing means a thing to me

I'm a man without a direction
I'm a ship without a sea
Meet me at the resurrection
Say you'll save a place for me

Now the sky is casting over
There's a storm cloud rolling in
I believe it could be months before I pass this way again
Count the scars on the horizon
Count the birds up in the sky
There's a dogwood at the crossing
You can't miss it if you try

And if you see me coming through the distant grass
Send a hand to clear the stones out of my path

If you see my dear companion
Tell her that I am not lost
I am standing at the station
I am trying to get across
Count the clouds on the horizon
Count the stars up in the sky
There's a dogwood at the turning
You can't miss it if you try

Ethan Johns, Blake Mills, Benmont Tench: Acoustic Guitars
Don Was: Bass
Jeremy Stacey: A veritable miracle of Drum & Percussion-ing
David Rawlings, Gillian Welch: Harmony Vocals