I stood up tall in the flowers All with bright yellow blooms at the tip Like they've been set on fire And put out, but left alone All the embers stay lit and I Passed a hillside in Texas Where the cacti all raised up their arms Like they've been caught in prayer To some evangelist preacher or absentee gods So I drift to sleep Eating wildflower honey In the evening heat With the windows down around me Laying low on the side of the road I played a dive in St. Louis My guitar started sounding like shit Got it fixed up in Nashville, the lady said "Kid, you can't bang on your fret board like this" And I found some boys out of Philly That were willing to play in my band For drinks at the bar And the promise of places that they've never been So we drift to sleep Eating wildflower honey In the evening heat Watch the fireflies arriving Laying low on the side of the road