A blue toy like electric light
High up in a powdered sky
Spiral clouds from a cigarette
Smoking like an easy life
Tell me again, my autumn friend
The reason why I ever tried
It's you and me, we're here again
I'm walking down an empty street
Another rodeo clown in a cowboy town
It's saddled down a floating ship
I told you before I would stay around
I'm sitting here on your wooden porch
And we'll finally escape the crowd
In a blind world ever changing
Take a burning torch in a mind
Investigating the city's gone
Like the morning folk, the city's gone More from Willis Earl Beal