Whistle Down The Wind

I grew up here,
all of my life;
I dreamed someday I'd go
where the blue eyed girls
had the red guitars
and the naked rivers flow

Now, I'm not all
I thought I'd be
I'd always stayed around.
I've been as far as Mercy and Grand
frozen to the ground.

I can't stay here
and I'm scared to leave,
so kiss me once and then
I'll go to hell,
I might as well
be whistlin' down the wind

The bus is at the corner
the clock on the wall
broken down windmill
ain't no wind at all

I yelled and I cursed
if I stay here I'll rust
And I'm stuck like a shipwreck
out here in the dust...

The sky is red
And the world is on fire,
and the corn is taller than me
And a dog is tied
to a wagon of rain
And the road is wet as the sea.

Sometimes the music from the dance
Will carry across the plains.
And the places that I'm dreamin' of
Do they dream only
of me?

There are places where
they never sleep,
and the circus never ends.

So I will take
The Mollimo Coach
And be whistlin' down the wind.

So I will take
The Mollimo Coach
And be whistlin' down the
wind.