Sanat
Days roll past my line of sight
Seasons change like stoplights
When the evening slows
How good is the night?
Poplars, oaks, sugar pines
Idling in the countryside
Ashes fall like snow
From cigarette skies
Pre-chorus:
Lights out, curtains drawn
I feel the big one coming on
Chorus:
Mama, I'm moving like a wave
But I have yet to reach my crest
Into the wild blue, your open arms
The holy golden west
Something said for what's left behind
The unraveled rope of the ties that bind
With unfinished business on your mind
Like a mirage from the mist
With weary wonder, meandering since
I drew the fool before we kissed
In a dream, south I ride,
Beside the red river, when I arrive
She'd hear my spurs and run outside
John Calvin Abney
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