Silver dream confetti in my eyes
Swallowing the bullets and the
A bridge in need for fire
A sky without a doubt
A
He's heading for gold,
The San Francisco town mission bells
Are whispering
He's in event horizon mind,
In imploding time.
And as the day
His tired eyes don't sleep
what are you waiting for?
His spiderweb
I drift away
But when the pioneers come through
I’ll keep the
Trigger-boy, I know
You love more and more
The clouds and plains
Back on the 100 mile
Strapped to the firewater
Rock me
And not
Smoking gun,
Green is the desert's concubine.
On the roof alone in
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