An
early mid-life crisis looms, and
for me to survive it
I’ll
find myself a motorbike, and
learn how to ride it
I’ll
stop out where the grass is dry and the
hills are tall and black
And
sleep under the spotted veil, with the
dirt against my ba-
-ai-ai-
ack, the
dirt against my
back
When the eastern sky is blue and the
sparrows whisper low
I will make my windy way
across the desert slow
To the
cities and oases that have
sin and life and hope
And
find me a girl who looks like you, and
dance and drink and smo-
-o-
oke,
dance and drink and
smoke
Dance and drink and smoke with the
dirt against my back
In the
din we laugh and hope for the
future, present, past
Rolling the dice, you come up
sevens or snake eyes
At the
end of the day, we’d have
stayed that
way if we
could
I
wake up close to where I fell, my
boots are in the fire
I
rub my eyes and read the sky. The
west is my desired
destin
ation? occup
ation?
situ
ation?
I don’t know
Dance and drink and smoke with the
dirt against my back
In the
din we laugh and hope for the
future, present, past
Rolling the dice, you come up
sevens or snake eyes
At the
end of the day, we’d have
stayed that
way
At the
end of the day, we’d have
stayed that
way
if we
could
[Solo reprise]