From the recording All The Birds
Lyrics by M.C. Armstrong
Arranged by Armstrong, Graves, Irwin, McCanless, Ritter, and Zehmer.
Lyrics
I feel you sliding
Back to Obscuro
I feel you sliding
Back to Obscuro
Just like the low clouds
Flying in the stormy sky
Or in the blue sky
Flying over the red lands
I feel you jangle
Beneath your summer skirt
I feel you jangle
Beneath your summer skirt
Your body boneless
Circling the dirt
Your hair in your eye
Covering up your hurt
And I hear a paper cup
Rolling down a black top
I hear a paper cup
Rolling down a black top
And I am afraid for you
I am afraid for me
Don’t go away from
Go away
I see you lightning
Chasing down the cattle
I see you lightning
Chasing down the cattle
You walk beside them
Into that silver wall
Into the desert
Shaking in the storm
Into the desert
Shaking in the storm