The Fantastic Toes

FAIR WEATHER RIDER

 (words by Tony Rasmussen)

Bow to the desert god whose dunes you tread upon,

fire is a well within,

pain is a shadow horse whose back you ride upon,

sun turns the sand to glass.

 

You should turn back, you should turn back,

fair weather rider you've come too far.

 

Kiss of a verdant vapor, blur some thing beyond,

lured by a vision of blue,

failure feasts upon the road and hills beyond,

bleached of their sanguine hue.

 

You should turn back, you should turn back,

fair weather rider you've come too far.

 

To you, I will boldly ride,

chip-tooth, split-lip, dewy-eyed to you,

been saving it all!

 

Cast my paisley pearls aside,

tote tea where sky and sand collide with you,

been saving it all!

 

This fold in my waking state,

years pool and incinerate,

I can’t get the feeling back.

 

Pain is a shadow horse

that leads me on and on,

can't get the feeling back.

 

Sleep in a bed of salt,

a hole where the well ran out,

may wings take my words…

 

Beyond, beyond this sunken road,

beyond, beyond.