When the wind and the sand sketches my foot print
Something finds me, waisting the day like it's funny
Dream paint stretches out from my memory
of a paved over land
The Sunset City
I am here, and it's ok
Born here, and returning
Trying to do my thing, what comes natural to me
Shuffle through town again
On the road in a hurry
Snake rattle in my hand
Coyote yelp in my tummy