Palomino

Palomino

Speeding right on by

Palomino

Racing dotted white lines

I'm counting fence posts

Miles of wood and wire

These days the California highways

Are always on fire

I've gotta get out of here

I've gotta get out of here

The smoke's making it harder to breathe

Highrises and I don't see eye to eye

And a hard rain is never guaranteed

I've been rushing golden hours

49 years in tow

I've been exhausted, diluted, manipulated, light polluted

So I'm headed for those hills in New Mexico

With my Palomino, oh oh oh

I'm going cold turkey, I'm calling it quits

I'm gonna wrap myself in the arms of the Rio Grande canyon

Float down the twisted bends

I've gotta get out of here

I've gotta get out of here

The smoke's making it harder to breathe

Sagebrush and I, we see eye to eye

And a hard rain is never guaranteed

Palomino

Racing dotted white lines