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Reynolds, ASCAP@2010


I rode the lightning

Squeezed between my legs

Fire horizons

Burning daybreak.

Tar asphalt

Scarred my hands

I breathed the highway

Inhaling sand.

And the rivers

Quenched my thirst

Washed my body

Of  blood and dirt. 

I hit the back roads

Without a map

I found direction

In a native dance.


How come you wander

So far from the path ?


I find a full moon

My golden jewel

Are you jealous ?

Romantic fools.

Would you choose

A dollar bill

Over what I’ve seen

In these ancient hills.

Lost tongues

The spirits walk

Invade my campfire

Until the dawn.

They fill my head

They beg and lure

They disappear into the



I grew sick

Raging fever

I saw her dying

I could not leave her.

I took her hand

And led her out

But I looked back

From the entrance mouth.


She disappeared

Into the flames

I left her hopeless

I am to blame.


These native dreams

I should not have

I am the ribbon

I am a man. 



Remote and rusty

Time worn

 I left that space

Nightmare and dreams

Haunts me now

Those things I seen. 

I appreciate

Solid ground I stand

I am the ribbon

I am the man.