I drift awayBut when the pioneers come through
I'll keep the drifting in my head
And perhaps then the fire-fighters will bloom
From dust to dust
To Cow Creek Road
From heat to heat
Until you don't know me
Slip away
In these dark tequila times
I'll try but I trust you not a bit
And your time is mine instead
Please, you're not the only one
And then the fire-fighters bloom
