C
They were hiding behind hay bales,
F C
They were planting in the Full Moon,
C/B Am7 F G
They had given all they had for something new,
C
But the light of day was on them,
F C
They could see the thrasher coming,
C C/B Am7 F G
And the water shone like diamonds in the dew.
F G
And I was just getting up,
C F
To hit the road before its light,
G C Cmaj7 Cmaj7 C
trying to catch an hour on the sun,
F G
When I saw those thrashers rolling by,
C C/B Am7 Am/C
Looking more than two lanes wide,
Dm7 G
I was feeling like my day had just begun.
C
Where the eagles glide descending,
F C
There's an ancient river bending,
C C/B Am7 Am7/G F G
Down the timeless gorge of changes where sleeplessness awaits,
C
I searched out my companions,
F C
who were lost in crystal canyons,
C C/B Am7 Am7/G F G
When the aimless blade of science slashed the pearly gates,
F G C F
It was then I knew I'd had enough, burned my credit card for fuel,
F G C Cmaj7 C
Headed out to where the pavement turns to sand,
F G C C/B Am7 Am7/G
With a one-way ticket to the land of truth and my suitcase in my hand.
Dm7 G
How I lost my friends I still dont understand.
C
They had the best selection,
F C
They were poisoned with protection,
C C/B Am7 Am7/G
There was nothing that they needed,
F G
nothing left to find.
C
They were lost in rock formations,
F C
Or became park bench mutations,
C C/B Am7 Am7/G F G
On the the sidewalks and in the stations, they were waiting, waiting.
F G
So I got bored and left them there,
C F
They were just dead weight to me,
F G C Cmaj7 Cmaj7 C
Better down the road without that load,
F G
Bring's back the time I was eight or nine,
C Am7 Am7/G
I was watching my Mama's TV,
Dm7 G
It was that great Grand Canyon rescue episode.
C
With the vulture glides descending,
F C
On an asphalt highway bending,
C C/B Am7 Am7/G F G
Through libraries and museums, galaxies and stars.
C
Down the windy halls of friendship,
F C
To the rose clipped by the bullwhip,
C C/B Am7 Am7/G F G
The motel of lost companions waits with heated pool and bar.
F G
But me, I'm not stopping there,
C F
Got my own row left to hoe,
F G C Cmaj7
Just another line in the field of time.
F G
When the thrashers come I'll be stuck in the sun,
C Am7 Am7/G
Like the dinosaurs in shrines,
Dm7 G
But I'll know the time has come to give what's mine.