Well I lost an eye in mexico. Lost two teeth where I don't know. People see me comin' and they move to the other side of the road. I robbed a liquor store or two.
I'm alternating between heavy and light. Between meaning and nonsense. And having a drink. I have counted all the lines on the road. Between here and los angeles.
What did it mean to fly. A tremor in your soul. To resist the dull existence of gravity. Upward bound, trees fly. Two meadows and a fields. And the border is a simple line of hills.
Down here on the north side. [ ? ]. Down here on the river [ ? ]. I got sand in my shoes. It's hotter than asphalt. It's hotter than pistols. I'm as bent as a crowbar.
I remember his hat tilted forward. His glasses are folded in his vest. And he seems like the kind of man who beats his horses. Or the dancers who work at a bar.
Down here on the north side. [ ? ]. Down here on the river [ ? ]. I got sand in my shoes. It's hotter than asphalt. It's hotter than pistols. I'm as bent as a crowbar.