From the recording Land Of The Living (2001)
(key of G)
June 7-23, 1999. Started as a journal entry in the wide-open “last frontier” state of Alaska. This is my foray into alt-country sounds, minus most of the twang.
The irony of the first line of the song is that, at the time I was there, the sun didn’t set until midnight. So “it’s getting darker, it’s getting late” meant that what felt like 7 pm was, in actuality, much later in the evening. The “her” in this song is of course my wife, Danielle. I especially love the line “We beg for faith, beg for seeds but we never beg to be planted in those far away fields”. How true.
Lyrics
The Last Frontier
it’s getting darker
it’s getting late
we mince no words
we twist no fate
no sense in wasting
the time that we’ll waste
loading all our questions
that’ll save a little face
bring us to the last frontier
where the far away lurks so near
we pray what comes will be, we’ll be
’cause it’s not up to her
and it’s not up to me
I thought about it
it’s hardly right
here I am praying
putting words in your mouth
we beg for faith
we beg for seeds
but we never beg to be planted
in far away fields
spoken words with motives
hidden just beneath
Lord, it’s good that you intercede
bring us to the last frontier
where the far away lurks so near
we pray what comes will be, we’ll be
’cause it’s not up to her
and it’s not up to me