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Southern Colorado Song

Wooden Wand

Catch me sleeping at your back door
Lying prone beneath the dawn
I was ready to leave, when the sprinklers turned on
A day of reckonings upon me,
But right now I need some rest
A little camp ground in Saint Isabel
Just to the west
Life goes by so fast,
but it’s the minutes drag on slow,
Sometimes nowhere seems the only place to go

Bank job somewhere in bumfuck Georgia
Fill that ceiling full of holes
A hundred twenty miles an hour
Sounds like thunder (roll, road?)

In a Canyon City walmart
Cops and cameras all around
Stops Sticks down along the asphalt slowed us down
and if it weren't for that guard rail
We be laughing at your now
We were dead-set on getting away somehow

Life goes by so fast,
but it’s the minutes drag on slow,
Sometimes nowhere seems the only place to go

If you ever think of me and wonder
Ask yourself where I might be
Keep your eyes fixed on the shadow,
You’ll find me.

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