Bottles of wine
Bottles of women
Moon light eyes

too much wine
too many days
wanderin
where my good ol' feet may take me

Threw out winter's stain
beaten leather man
time to go
time to
catch that lizard snake train

disappear
to mexico
with that
girl

Hey angels
take back your wings
can't pray no more
prey more

Hey sister solitude
speakin
my mute
I'm comin' back

I'm comin' back
a place with no sands
a cool breeze
but no Beach
no Mountains or
Statues of yesterday

Hey
Wiji board devil
I'm comin' back

Gotta' go
i'll leave a postcard
at your
poorly lit front porch door.