Chicken wire hacks half-facts in the flashbacks, hoofing through the split-shot sod

There's a crow king cawing at the grunt-snout, mawing through the body of the burially dog

Ring it out slow, ring it high, make it glow like the crickets in the telephone haze

Stag-shape runaway, busted-bumper palisade, synchronized, sinusoidal waves

I spent a little time in the castle

I spent a little time in the castle

But I never had that dream

But I never had that dream

I was always hipping through the catgrass, living like the only little slugger who can sing

I don't see it, I don't see it, I don't see it clear, but I hear it sometimes pretty good

Ricochet flash of a green, bird-fat feather, sweet-singing under keratin hooves

I've been going back and forth, baby, water, holy war, revolution isn't doing what I used to use it for

River high, river roar, stray dog, wild boar

We were staying at the farm, hearing something in the dark

Dead heather, predator, snuggle-buggy vetiver

Wishing I could just go there

Wishing I could just go be

Wishing I was hipping through the catgrass, living like the only little slugger who can sing

Someone called it, caught, then it flit, fawned off in a drip-drawn, reeling kind of rush

There's a careful way of falling, there's a quiquiriquí calling

And a downy bed of dust over what it maybe was

So a thanks be to Woody G, gummy sap, stack of leaves

God loving every one of us

Going belly-up and bust, going belly-up and belly-up and belly-up and belly-up and belly-up and belly-up and belly-up

Skip the stream, memory, kerosene kind of heat

I remember you more than any kind of truth

More than blushfern, silversage, ruddy poet on the page

Downy-eared cutty hogs digging in the reservoir

Monserrat money-makers rooting in the rootabega

If we ever make it out of Spain

If we ever make it out of Spain

Hoping we don't make it that far

Hoping we don't make it that far

I'm hoping we'll be hipping through the catgrass, living like the biggest little sluggers on the farm

Catgrass, living like the biggest little sluggers on the farm