El Dorado

I laid in the satin fold

The sleeping spirit of the cowboy

The mythic fire cold

The western dream, an ember in the path

Caught myself as a thief, and I cannot believe

I am playing sentinel alone

Picking acorns in the road

I knew the road to my El Dorado

But I was caught looking at the weeds

Empty signs, but a turn of mine

I was tied, looking at the trees

And my friend, she gives me a blessing, she believes

Shows me into the house I've built, glowing in the botanic

Daylight shines on her theater, the western revived

My remote cutoff in the sand

My story lies

I knew the road to my El Dorado

But I was caught looking at the weeds

Empty signs, feeding the turn of mine

I was knelt down, looking at the trees

Tell me about your feeling

I see your eyes are looking dim

I see you runnin' circles

Planning the ways ahead

Sage flowers and ice

Show me all the ways you love

Full clairvoyant stands right there in the sand

I see your fire's gettin' low