Motorcycles on Sunrise
Downtown rodeo
Trumpeters & fairgrounds
Reveling below
Ricochet above the canyon
The children sleeping slow
I always had a feeling
Here and now I know
Sometimes no rhyme or reason
Sometimes no name for things
Just desert lullabies
As the dusty river sings
Lights shining in the valley
In ditches, glass and chrome
While up above the clouds
The painted horses roam
When I was an eagle
With feathers gold and white
I’d watch you from the branches
To my heart’s delight
Azurite and malachite
Like little silver tears
I’ll meet you in the mines
In another million years