Spent some time on the wings of a crow Watching the landscape below Here and there I would land To get my shit and go When the crow left I walked the plains Changed my pants when it had rained I came to a river that we could've crossed Still dry and barren That which once found its way was lost A tempest tears and lungs are piling We weren't the only cowboys on the island And on the shores at Ocean Beach The waves still crash effortlessly Now I make several fires everyday I'm told it keeps those birds away I am a collector of all things wood And on a beautiful day They will take me away for good For now I'll run with the Kings cattle Wishing Lord I'd've seen you in Seattle Or on the shores at Ocean Beach Racing the waves aimlessly