West of Lonesome

There's a fire upon my mountain

Blood is on the floor

Water over my levee

Need I say anymore?

About the path that you tore

All the holes that you wore

Right through me

I get along alright now

Stitched up on my inside, I gotta slow down

Long golden shores

Ain't got nothing on all our wars

I'd serve a thousand tours

Where the rain always pours

Right by you

And I don't know what can be done

Catching up with you is like trying to touch the Sun

Might as well be cliffs all around

There's no path to you I can take from this town

Anna Leigh

Come back to me

I'm west of lonesome

North of insane

Hearing of your comings

And your goings all across the plains

I'm bursting into flames

Swerving through the lanes

To find you

And I don't know what can be done

Catching up with you is like trying to touch the sun

Might as well be cliffs all around

There's no path to you I can take from that town

Anna Leigh

Wait up for me

West of lonesome