I dreamed of a home in the Badlands
in a gully where nobody stopped
a green tree was there to shade me
by a trickle of bourbon down rocks.
what blood has spilled on the rocks there
you can see how it stains just like wine
it was only a matter of sweet time
I'd have to leave old wounded knee
CHORUS
Get out and wonder when you feel the need
but see to it drifter you don't drift too deep
and if you stay put and feel fine in your home
don't drown the town with the way your heart floods
neighbors and strangers treat them just like you kin
and ask the rambler what he brought back with him
The roads and the temples I've abandoned
and my song is reaching for truth
but is what I see an illusion
heat devils dancing on sand
a voice call from the cliffs of limestone
trying to tell me just where I am
CHORUS
Now my dreams have come to consume me,
and I sleep just to visit with ghosts
that live in the towns of my memory
lovely to look at and lost
if not for the company of angels
I just might be like they are
walking that same number highway
and haunting the same quiet bar
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