the right time just won’t come
while speculatin pon the weather
carpe diem dum dum
just as close to now as never
runnin out of wrong ways to run and I’m done
our good-red-road man,
cryin bitter sunshine medicine,
on painted rock will stand
until the vision,
like an arrow slantin down,
streamin feral as a flame,
can say your name a thousand ways…
runnin out of wrong ways to run and I’m done
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