Off the road awhile My mind is a turnstile Taking tickets for every mile And a toll for each year Twenty-nine palms I'm carving out some calm Already autumn's psalm Drones in my ear Western drift, feel myself sift Through the colors of the wind And the places I've been Fickle gods, stacking the odds I want to share the end With my full moon friend ♪ Wrestled down my wrongs Wore out my shoes and songs To find a place where I belong And miss one I never knew Rose colored light Brushfires in the night I want to be a satellite Looming lovely next to you Western drift, feel myself sift Through the colors of the wind And the places I've been Fickle gods, stacking the odds I want to share the end With my full moon friend