you’ll see things on the dessert at night that you can’t understand. your horse will see things. he’ll see things that will spook him of course but then he’ll see things that don’t spook him but still you know he seen somethin.
what sort of things?
i don’t know.
you mean like ghosts or somethin?
no. i don’t know what. you just knows he sees em. they’re out there…it’s more like somethin he knows about.
but you don’t.
but you don’t. yes.
the old man smoked. he watched the moon…after awhile he said: i ain’t talkin about spooks. it’s more like just the way things are. if you only knew it."
your slim frame, your eager eyes and your wild mane
oh, they keep me where i belong, all wrapped up in wrong
you’re to blame for wasted words of sad refrain
oh, let them take me where they may, believe me when i say
i will be your accident if you will be my ambulance
and i will be your screech and crash if you will be my crutch and cast
and i will be your one more time if you will be my one last chance
oh, fall for me
your slim frame, your simple stare and your wrong, wrong name
oh they keep me where i belong, all strung out in song
why so tame, we could shoot wilder vines through younger veins
sip slow from nights’ deep wells and watch our gardens swell
once the seeds are sown, wild and overgrown
you’ll see heart’s colors changed like leaves
oh sweet, sweet tree
fall for me
fall for me