All along the western border of eternity I rolled the I-Ching
On a flock of birds surrounding a ghost who’s singing
“No shit, it’s the Lonesome Road Blues, weren’t they the times”
Strolling into El Paso with a pocket full of dimes

I ran with outlaws, pirates and even some gangsters who got lost on there way to Vegas
Shakespeare talks about the women to watch out for,
while the euthanasia of his soul he forgets

He sings “all the moors hide in my garden
and I’ve gotta get away from these badlands
I never wanted to ride these ranges but I …….”

There once was a road out of here
it moved like the rhythm of the blues
It gave me the chance and I came close
but my soul just refused to explode
Billy’s says “I won’t say it again,
we gotta get out of Colorado”
and the silence becomes deafening
as the sand turns into snow

Then the sheriff came running in, Shakespeare took a drink from his glass
says “I suggest we head back to Texas, take the road through Last Train Gap”
So Shakespeare jumps in his Pinto and I’m still chasing the moon
Then he comes back in a cloud of dust and says “in Houston I know this saloon
The girls ain’t that pretty but you gotta see the show”
I just pray the rain will come as we move out slow

I was looking for redemption here beneath the stars
but they so often stay hidden behind the smoke of my cigar
Like 6he memory of that girl in Reno named Mary Beth
who loved me as long as the other coyotes I don’t dance with

I ran with outlaws, pirates, even some gangsters who got lost on there way to Vegas
Shakespeare talking about the women he’s been through while the euthanasia of his soul he forgets.

I look for the moors hiding in the garden
I tried to run away form these badlands
I never asked to ride these ranges, but I……