El Dorado

I laid in the satin fold The sleeping spirit of the cowboy The mythic fire cold The western dream, an ember in the path Caught myself as a thief, and I cannot believe I am playing sentinel alone Picking acorns in the road I knew the road to my El Dorado But I was caught looking at the weeds Empty signs, but a turn of mine I was tied, looking at the trees And my friend, she gives me a blessing, she believes Shows me into the house I've built, glowing in the botanic Daylight shines on her theater, the western revived My remote cutoff in the sand My story lies I knew the road to my El Dorado But I was caught looking at the weeds Empty signs, feeding the turn of mine I was knelt down, looking at the trees Tell me about your feeling I see your eyes are looking dim I see you runnin' circles Planning the ways ahead Sage flowers and ice Show me all the ways you love Full clairvoyant stands right there in the sand I see your fire's gettin' low