Sitgreaves Pass
all those ashes at sitgreave's pass
buried in coffee cans
and thick liquor bottle glass
where the highway turns
til it gets lost
then you come across
a ragtag group of crosses
a railroad town in northern arizona
a rodeo dress
from a thrift store going under
sante fe line oh you can't take me back
to a northeast city
in its winters gray and black
we've come so near
to being pioneers
even if what that was
never becomes clear
turquoise rings and copper arms
white lightning in my pockets
and silver good luck charms
followed those fast clouds
all the way to Bisbee
settled in
for the greatest night in history