Cars are coming 'round the bend
And the headlights red behind my eyelids
I felt a reaching from you then
And understood the way it ends
And the sage brush rustles
Under disaffected skies
Ponderosa pine on the mountainside
And you
On my Mind
The half of you don't know it
Man, I'll take the work for granted
A garden unattended
The way life forgets the living
And the sage brush rustles
Under disaffected skies
Ponderosa pine on the mountainside
And you
On my mind