Wild Dust - Eidolon Cochran

He waged my strut a fresh, cold pint glass
Slicked back the grease man's hair
In our chairs we cried his name
Tell me why lovin' time was twenty flights
Or why he threw us in a deepened fog
But our hips still moved with warm breasts
In the amber of the stage lights

They rolled off all his boxes
He pressed into my chest
Devoured our sacred dancing
I impressed him, I guess
"I would love to come and see you all again," I said
"I know you've got yourself a long ways home."
He reached out for my canines
To split amongst the row

He roams Bath Town on Resurrection Day
He chained my hands on Resurrection Day

"Sharon, won't you ride on next to me," he said
"Sharon, won't you ride on next to me?"

The iron splintered into my mouth
It flaked down into the grain
Of his maple-stained guitar
Cannonball burst on through the windscreen
Limbs from the cab bled and stained the pole
But everyone's been weary
Since Eddie hasn't been seen

He roams Bath Town on Resurrection Day
He chained my hands on Resurrection Day
"Sharon, won't you ride on next to me instead?"
"Sharon, won't you ride on next to me."

Written by:
Derrick Robbins

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