Watching The Wayfarers - Swingin Utters

We saw gold when there was only dust in the worst

We saw in us what no one else could

We traveled far and tramped the dirt

Down deep to where our souls could keep the time and never rest

Mind the road flares watch the steep stairs

Pace yourself harbor your fate

Temptation, hate, destiny sells

I’ve asked all the bitter, hapless, and broken down

They just return my frowns and tell me to forget

Simplicity is not what I was hoping for

I thought it’d be much more than what I’d always dreamt

Read the roadmaps thumb through atlases and charts

Try to lose yourself in powder, booze and bars

I’ll return to all my favorite hunts

Frequent familiar spots I never really left

Distance myself from scattered, lofty thoughts

Make them resolute, destitute, vague and deaf