We looked down into the canyon.
Our tired eyes strained.
The dying Sun.
Searching for that hidden trail.
Running from those smoking guns.
Those men with money on their minds,
who have no place for guilt, nor fear.
As we looked into the canyon,
I thought I saw her shed a tear.

Three long days spent running.....
just these old rags upon backs.
At night I'd watch you sleeping.
Sweep the ground to hide our tracks.
The morning light would bring relief,
cause you'd be by my side.
Thinkin..... someday if we make it,
thinkin you might be my bride.

But alas, our fate was always written, there among the stars,
I should have left you safe at home,
in your fathers arms.
I should have hit the road alone,
before they got a scent.
But it was you that always said
"Our Love is Heaven sent".

That Shot Rang Out...........
that pierced your heart.
Rang through the crimson skies.
So with this final bullet,
I shall also say goodbye.
Ill see you soon in Heaven dear,
from where our love was born.
Ill see you on the otherside..............
upon those golden shores.

See you on the otherside,
so we're never alone.
.

The light that lit the longest day,
now faded,
"time to cut the hay!"
Time to reep those seeds long sewn.
The furrowed lines
where all has grown.
Thank the Sun,
though shy to shine.
Without it, there would be no time.
No hallowed ground,
or sacred soil.
No harvest for a God to spoil.
Seasons would be just a notion.
Tidal waves without an ocean.
Secrets told without a voice
without our Sun,
there'd be no choice.

Worried!, those young hurried souls,
they seem to  hurry,
before they see.
Seem to focus,
on what's easy,
focus on a way to be.

Or is it, that their minds are trained
to feel a certain kinda pain?
I wonder bout their worries,
try to understand their ways.

Its like points upon a compass,
when no one seems to know the way.
An awkward situation,
when there's nothing that's worth to say.

But sometimes there's a navigator,
calling from within.
It's that old voice,
in the dark of night,
where you should begin.

Truth is truth,
and lies can't lie,
cause lies were made to fail.
Those lies you hide now deep within
are never gonna sail.

And so upon those Oceans,
filled with plastic,
and now lost to man.
Upon those lonely Oceans,
That's where our old love began.

Upon those lonely oceans,
Dear God,
I'm doing all I can.
Upon the truthful notions,
Lord I'm doing
all I can.

All those kingdoms, born to fail.
An energy they cant contain.
The ancient halls and houses,
where people chose the path of men.
They're shaking now, under their weight,
they're gonna have to start again.

Rewrite those written fallacies,
the twisted truth they tried to sell,
before we fall into the sea,
before we create our own hell.
The fruits of truth are peeling,
revealing all, just as they're ripe.
They're gonna bring a brand new world.
They're gonna bring a brand new life.

One lie takes another lie,
and another after that.
Then the truth grows pale and skinny.
Deceit chews on its swollen fat.
But those lies now are shining,
like a beacon on a stormy night.
God bless inperfecton,
for teaching us whats truely right.
Ye God bless inperfection,
and all that was lost to the night..

Blurred lines blurred lines,
those failed designs, that sit now on a shelf.
All those hours lost to time,
lost unto oneself.

Aligned defined, aligned defined.
The future of our world.
Something we could never own,
and never put in words.
The moment that we realize,
was always gonna be.
A moment that will chart a course,
to our destiny.

Blurred lines, blurred lines,
our failed designs, that led us to the love.
Was something that was cast in light,
so many miles above.
.