fresh blood, fresh snow
sent screaming sober
dancing without drinking
is not the usual in this town
we cowboys are all desperate
for a new war or a new frontier
the plains are cold tonight
and we ride
sore hearts and eyes
searching for the last wild buffalo
it’ll look so good on instagram
i’ve got the filter picked out already
something good for low light
god it’s so dark out here
it’s so fucking dark out here
you can develop an immunity
to homesickness if you move fast enough
the hard part is slowing down
home is in the motion, the speed
sitting still you feel the fire
ants crawling over your soul
in the silence
you try to make out
the polychord of your tinnitus
no wonder we keep it loud
no wonder we drink to stay awake
no wonder we ride hard past dawn
and keep the guns strapped tight
no wonder we kiss strangers
no wonder we cry out; the sun goes quiet
we must have a song, darling
hand me that harmonica
and sing it one more time
mattress dungeon 