you are angels and drunks
you stuck a pin in the map i was in
and this is a note from the roadside
cutting the breeze in this tennessee sundown
came the sound of the voices i know
i've been pondering trees
on the steeliest comedown
and now in moment i'm home
for the sails of a clipper
and the truth never frays a good yarn
but it struck me to say while so far away
you are angels and drunks
you stuck a pin in the map i was in
and you are the stars i navigate home by