Spent some time on the wings of a crow
Watching the landscape below
Here and there I would land
To get my shit and go
When the crow left I walked the plains
Changed my pants when it had rained
I came to a river that we could've crossed
Still dry and barren
That which once found its way was lost
A tempest tears and lungs are piling
We weren't the only cowboys on the island
And on the shores at Ocean Beach
The waves still crash effortlessly
Now I make several fires everyday
I'm told it keeps those birds away
I am a collector of all things wood
And on a beautiful day
They will take me away for good
For now I'll run with the Kings cattle
Wishing Lord I'd've seen you in Seattle
Or on the shores at Ocean Beach
Racing the waves aimlessly
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