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They were hiding behind hay bales
They were planting in the Full Moon
They had given all they had for something new
But the light of day was on them
They could see the thrasher coming
And the water shone like diamonds in the dew.
And I was just getting up
To hit the road before its light
trying to catch an hour on the sun
When I saw those thrashers rolling by
Looking more than two lanes wide
I was feeling like my day had just begun.
Where the eagles glide descending
There's an ancient river bending
Down the timeless gorge of changes where sleeplessness awaits
I searched out my companions
who were lost in crystal canyons
When the aimless blade of science slashed the pearly gates
It was then I knew I'd had enough burned my credit card for fuel
Headed out to where the pavement turns to sand
With a one-way ticket to the land of truth and my suitcase in my hand.
How I lost my friends I still dont understand.
They had the best selection
They were poisoned with protection
There was nothing that they needed
nothing left to find.
They were lost in rock formations
Or became park bench mutations
On the the sidewalks and in the stations they were waiting waiting.
So I got bored and left them there
They were just dead weight to me
Better down the road without that load
Bring's back the time I was eight or nine
I was watching my Mama's TV
It was that great Grand Canyon rescue episode.
With the vulture glides descending
On an asphalt highway bending
Through libraries and museums galaxies and stars.
Down the windy halls of friendship
To the rose clipped by the bullwhip
The motel of lost companions waits with heated pool and bar.
But me I'm not stopping there
Got my own row left to hoe
Just another line in the field of time.
When the thrashers come I'll be stuck in the sun
Like the dinosaurs in shrines
But I'll know the time has come to give what's mine.
(supprime les barrés)