Follow along

I've seen time move

across the shrinking mountain

just beyond the tree line

heard the voices of young women

talk about how far it is

to the nearest somewhere other than here

catch me humming if you can

I'll be a pigeon on the wing

Who coos after coming from a bar

On a Mid dusty afternoon

I've seen the numbers fly

Can’t catch em though

up and out above the wind

ain't nothing we can do

nothing at all

except follow along