1 2 3 4. Colorado passes by like writing on a wall. Headed eastward down to New Orleans. Dipping into Texas as the stars are fading out. There's still a lot of country in between. When I left California I was 29 years old. And the world just spun me around. Now I watched Louisiana scroll across the window pane. And I'm facing the direction I am bound. Cover up the sun. Let the river run. Make that waters come. Wash me away. Me Clifton and the king of cats. We sat down in the road. Pedro said boys we're three of kind. He said I sat with river rats. and I hung my hat with diplomats. Had four brothers once upon a time. He said they tore the country far away from the Rio Grande. And the road just wore them down. So they bought a house beside a lake. outside of New Orleans. And they stared in the direction of the escalating sound. Cover up the sun. Let the river run. Take this good man's son. And wash him away. Well Sister indeciperable is talking to a wall. Back in New York city she's a queen. (in New York sh's a queen). Well resurrector Genuflect. she saves the one she can't protect. Keep the chapel pressed if not Sistine. She drinks Absinthe mixed with Kerosene. to keep herself upright. But the word still brings her down. If you can't keep your shit together. When God is on your side. What chance do you have when he's not around?. Cover up the sun. Make that water run. Let the river come. To wash me away. People of the Mardi Gras in their Tuesday best. Waiting for the South to rise again. Children of Geronimo grieving for the West. Feather dressed and marching their refrain. Oh in the dark of Armstrong Park. the marching bands ascend. But they never make a sound. Just a quiet prayer for communist square. A silent conversation there. With the night to rest our eyes in. We just look to the horizon for a change. Cover up the sun. Let the river run. I pray the water come and wash me away. Color in the sky. Make that diesel fly. Oh just lay me down to die and just take me away. Yeah