I called out to the captain
As the government lied
Say the perfection
And the trips
Heros all of them
Yet in the valley of the sun
Seven angels carried the last home

And they told me death was waiting
On pale white so she does ride
And the author of the living
Punches the devils pride
Call me by bottle
Cross bell and bible

Angels on the farthest side of town
And the dripping of forgiveness
As the booze trickles' down
Just a mocking of the ages
As the miracle deploys
A singer and a drinker
Just one of those good old boys
And the markers in the havens
As a hundred herd fly buy
Just as hell bent as the riders in the sky
Fingers of the string watch them bleed
Magic in the music
String of hope in the seed
Johnny and Kris sing to the praises unknown
Willy and Poncho on steel black horse they ride
Into the valley of the gun
Just as the mother on a broken down farm cried


Debt paid in in full IRS
Once again lied
But my fingers keep on bleeding
And soul fills with life
The poet in me will never die