The buffalo are out among the falling stars tonight
Shadows cross the kitchen in the afternoon
Daylight break on the hemisphere
I jumped in the water . . . you left too soon.
Blood red sun . . . moon on the water
Everything is frozen north of Wichita
And the rails bear a dangerous cargo there
Through the latter days of dreamtime
And the screen door is busted
And the hours fall and wither away
Everything is frozen north of Wichita
Everything is frozen north of Wichita
Yeah I come from sad stories
Yeah I come from lonely people too
Yeah I come from California
God is green . . . eyes are blue.
And the bird is flown already
And the guns are drawn already
Blood red sun . . . moon on the water
Everything is frozen north of Wichita
The rails bear a dangerous cargo there
Through the latter days of dreamtime
And the screen door is busted
And the hours fall and wither away
Everything is frozen north of Wichita
Everything is frozen north of Wichita
On re-entering the atmosphere
I can feel myself beginning to burn.
Blood red sun . . . moon on the water
Everything is frozen north of Wichita
The rails bear a dangerous cargo there
Through the latter days of dreamtime
And the screen door is busted
And the hours fall and wither away
Everything is frozen north of Wichita
Everything is frozen north of Wichita.
