Me & Queen Sylvia

Bands of black trees

A brown cross on a white wall

A seventh floor window

Reminds me of a time

That would have otherwise

Been forgotten

A burned out river bridge

A young folksinger

Was only rolling by

All those yellow fields

That in some other time

Might have been passed over

I'm moving slow today

I might die on this road

So flash your warning lights

And pull me over

And let me get some sleep

At least until the day comes

Running out of breath

From stolen phone calls

I wanna know you

Better than I did before

So meet me in the courtyard

And we'll watch the lightning

They say the straightest ground

Is the warmest bed

So me and Queen Sylvia

We're headed west

Or maybe India

Either way we're leaving

Either way we're leaving

Either way we're leaving