Rocks and Relics (Live)

Shovelin' in the overhangs, siftin' off most my days

For a B1 bomber that'll blow your mind

Listen to the sound of glass, huntin' someone else's map

For a B1 bomber from Flint, nap time

Then all of a sudden

I'm watchin' it leave

Off the ground and into Hawkeye's pocket

Squash biscuits and a broke leg stream, flyin' saucers in my hunting dream

In the center of the shuttle I can hear a banjo break

Happens every now and then, if you're lucky they will let you in

If you show on time and you show up straight

As a walkway's foldin'

Gettin' ready to leave

Hawkeye waves goodbye and decides to smile

Knee high to a cricket and younger than me

Covered up in fancy rocks and relics

Wit sharper than a green flint spear, hits hard enough to fall a deer

Oh dear, I swear I fell, it's true

Lips of imperial red, rock of ages in my riverbed

I have no earthly jewels for you

Comin' home empty handed but I finally see

Covered up in fancy rocks and relics