who am i, i’m seeing silver in sand

sixty five and crooked rivers on land

forgive me, you bore witness enough

bloody knees up the north facing bluff

 

keep your hands where they can see em

keep your oldest son up high

there’s a flood across the county

santo rio goodbye

 

sweet rosine hang your linens to dry

blue moonbeams put to sleep your houseflies

josey came and he was here for a breath

til monterrey closed in on his neck

 

the silver is gone

this is not our home

all will be reborn