C*                                                  
They were hiding behind hay bales,                  
            F              C                        
They were planting in the full moon                 
          C    C/B      Am7     Am7/G      F   G    
They had given all they had for something new       
         C*                                         
But the light of day was on them,                   
            F                 C                     
They could see the thrashers coming                 
         C     C/B         Am7                      
And the water shone like diamonds                   
Am7/G   F    G                                      
In the dew.                                         
                                                    
F               G                                   
And I was just getting up,                          
     C*                    F  F* F                  
Hit the road before it's light                      
F                   G           C*  Cmaj7 C Cmaj7 C 
Trying to catch an hour on the sun                  
        F                    G                      
When I saw those thrashers rolling by,              
         C        C/B       Am7  Am/C               
Looking more than two lanes wide                    
       Dm7                           G              
I was feelin' like my day had just begun.           
                                                    
           C*                                       
Where the eagle glides descending                   
            F             C                         
There's an ancient river bending                    
          C        C/B       Am7  Am7/G             
Down the timeless gorge of changes                  
        F             G                             
where sleeplessness awaits                          
    C*                                              
I searched out my companions,                       
          F                C                        
Who were lost in crystal canyons                    
          C       C/B      Am7                      
When the aimless blade of science                   
Am7/G         F            G                        
Slashed the pearly gates.                           
F                       G                       
It was then I knew I'd had enough,              
            C*             F   F* F             
Burned my credit card for fuel                  
F                        G                 C    
Headed out to where the pavement turns to sand  
        F                     G                 
With a one-way ticket to the land of truth      
         C      C/B    Am7   Am7/G              
And my suitcase in my hand                      
       Dm7                                 G    
How I lost my friends I still don't understand. 
                                                
 C*                                             
They had the best selection,                    
           F                C*                  
They were poisoned with protection              
            C*    C/B        Am7  Am7/G         
There was nothing that they needed,             
F                G                              
Nothing left to find                            
           C*                                   
They were lost in rock formations               
     F                  C                       
Or became park bench mutations                  
         C       C/B         Am7    Am7/G       
On the sidewalks and in the stations            
            F         G                         
They were waiting, waiting.                     
                                                
F                   G                           
So I got bored and left them there,             
                C             F   F* F          
They were just deadweight to me                 
 F                G                 C           
Better down the road without that load          
 F                               G              
Brings back the time when I was eight or nine   
        C                 Am7   Am7/G           
I was watchin' my mama's T.V.,                  
             Dm7                           G    
It was that great Grand Canyon rescue episode.  
            C*                                     
Where the vulture glides descending                
       F                C                          
On an asphalt highway bending                      
         C     C/B    Am7  Am7/G                   
Thru libraries and museums,                        
 F             G                                   
Galaxies and stars                                 
           C*                                      
Down the windy halls of friendship                 
       F                     C                     
To the rose clipped by the bullwhip                
       C      C/B    Am7                           
The motel of lost companions                       
Am7/G       F               G                      
Waits with heated pool and bar.                    
                                                   
F                G                                 
But me I'm not stopping there,                     
        C               F   F*  F                  
Got my own row left to hoe                         
F             G                    C               
Just another line in the field of time             
F                                   G              
When the thrashers comes, I'll be stuck in the sun 
           C             Am7   Am7/G               
Like the dinosaurs in shrines                      
          Dm7                                      
But I'll know the time has come                    
                G                                  
To give what's mine.