the real people went away
but i'll find a better word someday
leaving only me and my dreams
i drove all the beasts down
the lumbering footloose power
i drove them by the crops and thought the crops were lost
i consoled myself with rudimentary thoughts
and i set my watch against the city clock
one thing about this wild
one thing about this wild
makes me feel like i'm wasting my time
but the pain and frustration is not mine
and when my cattle turns on me
i was knocked out cold for one clack of the train track
and then i rose a colossal hand
and when my cattle turns on me
i am a drover double fold
my cattle bears it all away for me and everyone
one thing about this wild
makes me feel like i'm wasting my time