From the recording Private Reel
Sun through curtains in the afternoon
Through crystal pooling yellow on an empty room
Mirror dust down these old country blues
Down the red road we will set
Moth rattles my hair stunned by the highlights we watch
Dapple grey lassoed back to the place I've never been
Remember deja vu
This place lay homeless now for too many ghosts
Each to their own bones strung up
Hey, are you going my way?
Can I catch you up?
Can you be the one to save the two of cups?
Will the rain down on Mojave
Iodising my bones
You are salt of the earth