Wooden Wand - Southern Colorado Song lyrics

rate me

Catch me sleeping at your back door

Lying prone beneath the dawn

I was ready to leave, when the sprinklers turned on

A day of reckonings upon me,

But right now I need some rest

A little camp ground in Saint Isabel

Just to the west

Life goes by so fast,

but it’s the minutes drag on slow,

Sometimes nowhere seems the only place to go

Bank job somewhere in bumfuck Georgia

Fill that ceiling full of holes

A hundred twenty miles an hour

Sounds like thunder (roll, road?)

In a Canyon City walmart

Cops and cameras all around

Stops Sticks down along the asphalt slowed us down

and if it weren't for that guard rail

We be laughing at your now

We were dead-set on getting away somehow

Life goes by so fast,

but it’s the minutes drag on slow,

Sometimes nowhere seems the only place to go

If you ever think of me and wonder

Ask yourself where I might be

Keep your eyes fixed on the shadow,

You’ll find me.

Thanks to MiddleAgedAndDeadly for correcting these lyrics