Bill Mallonee - Western Skies lyrics

Heard it call walking wounded Though if words did just what they should Nomenclature's a treasure that gets looted Baby ain't we all just damaged goods Souls as big as western sky Like a field that is straining but lying fallow All the fruit's dead before it arrives Growing up into your own shadow If I could just hear you whisper my name Disturb the universe's dead air Whispered like you really mean it Before I vanish in the air Waiting something like catharsis You've already failed the whole damn thing Here's your ghost and there's your pauper Each exchanging wedding rings Conjure up the memory of some laughter Seems like it all once came down for free Where'd the hourgla** finally run out The one that lies beneath your feet