I guess we knew the cards were stacked started out the best of friends and we beat that highway 'till it quit beating back it didn't mean much in the end some you win, some you lose we headed South across those Colorado plains just as empty as the daywe looked around at all we saw remembered all we'd hoped to see looking out through the bugs on the windshield
what do you think you're gonna prove 'till it falls off that stick that's when you make your move
don't go chasing after shooting stars trying to make yourself a name you could joust at the windmills with that old Fender guitar you'd probably do about the same
I never thought they'd ever doubt my words I guess they were just too tired to care still hovering in the air somebody said it aint any such man you wish so hard you're scaring me and those are combines kicking up that dust but I guess you can see what you want to see you can keep on chasing what used to be there top that rise and face the pain
ot just these bleaching bones stretching across the plain