Matter of Moons
I've been all around the world, never lost my shoes
Always sworn to silence, always spoke too soon
Been up the Rio Grande in a matter of Moons in a manic pursuit of somebody else's truth

You can't get that high in a ferris wheel
You can't find that drive in an automobile
It's a two-headed horse on a carousel
Just give it to God or else find your crutch
Don't ask how much, just pay up front
And sell it to the sky for twice the price when the weather's alright

I've been slapped by a pacifist, loved by a narcissist
Tarred, feathered, tossed, tethered
All sorts of weathered where I should've known better
Made a chicken-wish, got the better bone
Led the lesser life, learned to leave it alone

Never had a regret, never loosed a secret
Never washed my sorrow in the valley of morrow
No dust bowl baby's 'gonna bruise my heel