Pack all your sad words in a bag, hide ‘em away in a fire

Call up your hands, letters old mail, climb aboard an interstate train

Probably won’t fade, border road wage

Can we try, give it a while

When the best, find their way home

Take out the rest, pull off the track

Wild friends know, dragging you slow

Out on the seas, up on a reef

Jump to the end, pile in friends

Dropped on the road, litter my soul

Sounds like a dream, the echoes upstream, rush me on down to the fall

Dirt trails they roll, horizon unfolds, end of the road in my hand