[Strophe]
C 
They were hiding behind hay bales, 
          F               C 
They were planting in the Full Moon, 
               C/B      Am7               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 thrasher coming, 
        C     C/B        Am7             F    G 
And the water shone like diamonds in the dew.  
F              G 
And I was just getting up, 
   C                       F 
To hit the road before its light, 
                   G           C    Cmaj7 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 feeling like my day had just begun.
[Strophe]
          C 
Where the eagles glide descending, 
           F             C 
There's an ancient river bending, 
         C        C/B      Am7     Am7/G  F             G 
Down the timeless gorge of changes where sleeplessness awaits, 
  C 
I searched out my companions, 
         F               C 
who were lost in crystal canyons, 
         C       C/B      Am7     Am7/G       F            G 
When the aimless blade of science slashed the pearly gates,  
F                      G                     C               F 
It was then I knew I'd had enough, burned my credit card for fuel, 
F                       G                 C    Cmaj7 C 
Headed out to where the pavement turns to sand, 
       F                     G                    C        C/B   Am7   Am7/G 
With a one-way ticket to the land of truth and my suitcase in my hand. 
      Dm7                                   G 
How I lost my friends I still dont understand.
[Strophe]
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           F        G 
On the the sidewalks and in the stations,      they were waiting, waiting.  
F                  G 
So I got bored and left them there, 
          C                   F 
They were just dead weight to me, 
F               G                 C    Cmaj7 Cmaj7 C 
Better down the road without that load, 
F                           G 
Bring's back the time I was eight or nine, 
      C                  Am7   Am7/G 
I was watching my Mama's TV, 
            Dm7                             G 
It was that great Grand Canyon rescue episode. 
         C 
With the vulture glides descending, 
      F               C 
On an asphalt highway bending, 
        C         C/B     Am7 Am7/G  F            G 
Through libraries and museums,       galaxies and stars.
[Strophe]
         C 
Down the windy halls of friendship, 
       F                   C 
To the rose clipped by the bullwhip, 
    C        C/B   Am7       Am7/G      F               G 
The motel of lost companions waits with heated pool and bar. 
F               G 
But me, I'm not stopping there, 
        C              F 
Got my own row left to hoe, 
F            G                    C    Cmaj7 
Just another line in the field of time.  
F                               G 
When the thrashers come I'll be stuck in the sun, 
         C            Am7      Am7/G 
Like the dinosaurs in shrines, 
         Dm7                                   G 
But I'll know the time has come to give what's mine.