Western Skies

They all tell me in the land that don’t remember I won’t have no regrets
and I already gave up on forgiving, I’m starting to forget
and they say out there the nights are never lonely and the skies are never gray
They drink whiskey ’stead of wine on Sunday mornings after punch-drunk Saturdays

Well they say out there the skies are full of sunshine and the hills are made of gold
and nobody’s ever got a need for grieving, cause no one’s getting old
and I don’t care to hear your reasons why the seasons here ain’t changing anymore
At least now them hands of time ain’t winding up my insides the way they was before

CHORUS
And when I push a little harder on the pedal I can’t hear your dirty lies
And when I’m driving faster than the devil I can leave him far behind
Drive off the edge of that horizon and drown in western skies

[guitar solo]

CHORUS
Drive off the edge of that horizon and drown in western skies

(words and music by Abe Wilson)
copyright 2009 Abe Wilson Publishing