Halcyon Days

I was on the road

My eyes drifted glaze

With all of our dollars and senses still in place

My mind starts to wonder

As horses pass by

I think that the desert could be a fine place to die

No vantages barred

Just big open skies

Hundreds of miles to make a man feel his size

Oh

On the days where time stands still

And you think about who you've been

When it's best to step away

Halcyon days