by Nick D
C They were hiding behind hay bales, F C They were planting in the Full Moon, C/B Am7 F G They had given all they had for something new, C But the light of day was on them, F C They could see the thrasher coming, C C/B Am7 F G And the water shone like diamonds in the dew. F G And I was just getting up, C F To hit the road before its light, G C Cmaj7 Cmaj7 C trying to catch an hour on the sun, F G When I saw those thrashers rolling by, C C/B Am7 Am/C Looking more than two lanes wide, Dm7 G I was feeling like my day had just begun. C Where the eagles glide descending, F C There's an ancient river bending, C C/B Am7 Am7/G F G Down the timeless gorge of changes where sleeplessness awaits, C I searched out my companions, F C who were lost in crystal canyons, C C/B Am7 Am7/G F G When the aimless blade of science slashed the pearly gates, F G C F It was then I knew I'd had enough, burned my credit card for fuel, F G C Cmaj7 C Headed out to where the pavement turns to sand, F G C C/B Am7 Am7/G With a one-way ticket to the land of truth and my suitcase in my hand. Dm7 G How I lost my friends I still dont understand. C They had the best selection, F C They were poisoned with protection, C C/B Am7 Am7/G There was nothing that they needed, F G nothing left to find. C They were lost in rock formations, F C Or became park bench mutations, C C/B Am7 Am7/G F G On the the sidewalks and in the stations, they were waiting, waiting. F G So I got bored and left them there, C F They were just dead weight to me, F G C Cmaj7 Cmaj7 C Better down the road without that load, F G Bring's back the time I was eight or nine, C Am7 Am7/G I was watching my Mama's TV, Dm7 G It was that great Grand Canyon rescue episode. C With the vulture glides descending, F C On an asphalt highway bending, C C/B Am7 Am7/G F G Through libraries and museums, galaxies and stars. C Down the windy halls of friendship, F C To the rose clipped by the bullwhip, C C/B Am7 Am7/G F G The motel of lost companions waits with heated pool and bar. F G But me, I'm not stopping there, C F Got my own row left to hoe, F G C Cmaj7 Just another line in the field of time. F G When the thrashers come I'll be stuck in the sun, C Am7 Am7/G Like the dinosaurs in shrines, Dm7 G But I'll know the time has come to give what's mine.