John Calvin Abney - Holy Golden West

Days roll past my line of sight
Seasons change like stoplights
When the evening slows
How good is the night?

Poplars, oaks, sugar pines
Idling in the countryside
Ashes fall like snow
From cigarette skies

Pre-chorus:
Lights out, curtains drawn
I feel the big one coming on

Chorus:
Mama, I'm moving like a wave
But I have yet to reach my crest
Into the wild blue, your open arms
The holy golden west

Something said for what's left behind
The unraveled rope of the ties that bind
With unfinished business on your mind

Like a mirage from the mist
With weary wonder, meandering since
I drew the fool before we kissed

In a dream, south I ride,
Beside the red river, when I arrive
She'd hear my spurs and run outside

Written by:
John Calvin Abney

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