Left to know on your window pane
Said the truth is I don’t know
If I’ll come back east one day
I’m packing up till the grey leaves my eye
The way the trout still run the tides
That’s where I’ll hide
Gonna go
Boston through Idaho
Don’t even know
What I’m reaching
taking rolls turns
Took a
wide against the dash
I’m all these crooked
a way of past
I’ll back
the burns high
they lines
I nowhere else to
Gonna
Boston through Idaho
for
I’m taking my gravy gold
turns
gravy turns into gold
I’ve ever
all known
turns gold
gravy into gold
It’s all I’ve known
I’ve known