The Truth Comes Out Corb Lund

The truth comes out as the fire burns low
It comes to light as only embers glow
The whiskey talks, the west wind moans in the night

The deadfall's gathered and the branches are cut
Kindling crackles and the smoke curls up
The small sticks catch then the bigger stuff will burn

Chinook dies down as the dark descends
Pine has burned, an' the ash has cleansed
The message smolders, is lost, but finally sent

Connie says she's never seen the cougars so bold
They're comin' in the yard and they're stealin' young colts
They drag em in the brush with the claws sunk in their nose

The weather's been funny thirty years or so
The winters got warm, and not as much snow
Hear the big cats comin' cuz there's nowhere left to go

You gotta look out for bear when you're fishing on Lee's creek
They'll come round the bend and they'll make your knees weak
There's grizzlies where there was no grizzly bears before

Well half-heard voices from the ghosts, from the graves
The grandfathers tell us at the mouths of the caves
Only old chiefs older than Jesus can save us now, if we're lucky