West of Lonesome

There's a fire up on my mountain Blood is on the floor Water over my levee Need I say anymore? About the path that you tore All the holes that you wore right through me I get along alright now Stitched up on my inside I got to slow down Long golden shores ain't got nothing on all our wars I'd serve a thousand tours Where the rain always pours right by you I don't know what can be done Catching up with you is like trying to touch the sun Might as well be cliffs all around There's no path to you I can take from this town Anna Lee Come back to me I'm west of lonesome North of insane Hearing of your comings and your goings all across the plains I'm bursting into flames Swerving through the lanes to find you And I don't know what can be done Catching up with you is like trying to touch the sun Might as well be cliffs all around There's no path to you I could take from that town Anna Lee Wait up for me West of lonesome