the leaves are shuffling under my shoes
the sky is hung with overturned mountains
going to the place to drink that i choose
anchor my mind on winters cheap booze

head is swimming drunk in the sunlight
the sky is hung with boney fingers
chimney smoke will fill the moonlite
staying for a while its best you sit tight

foxtails of dust will rise upon us
the sky is hung with shapely beast heads
the rivers edge will colour with rust
she being mean and shes being unjust

glowing signs of armless cowgirls
the sky is hung with the citys crown
your true self will begin to unfurl
this swine has been cast a good pearl

Sittin on the dock and drinkin whiskey chewin the fat and cuttin the cards But its time to go from town tonite and its time to go from you tonite

take a walk from a beaten trail-take a walk far from the city

You can go and do what ever you want and burn all your bridges-do who you want

try to understand face in the sand bones bleach in the sun our great devide

but its time to run from town tonite and its time to go from you tonite

take a walk far from nature trails take a walk far from the city