Valley Of The Low Sun

(álbum: Seeing Things - 2008)

We'd feel much better if we sunk this treasure and we laid our armor down
Now these precious metals, these captain's letters are no use to us now
In the day we struggle with fatigue much greater than any offer was
We bow down and worship these bandits and cowboys unable to hold their own guns
Now I know that soldiers are not paid to think but something is making us sick
Onward and steady
Able and young
In the valley of the low low sun

In the shade we wander along a highway's shoulder out into the back of beyond
Burning the daylight into a pastime that's too wise to come more than once
Oh it's boom boom thunder, ain't no sleep coming out mining a slippery world
Of snow covered beaches, junkyards of diesel and bombers named after girls
On bridges of black ice not built for the rush
There's a new kind of beast getting up
Stranger than fiction
Speaking in tongue
In the valley of the low low sun

Hold on for the slow turning
Smoke if you've got 'em boys
This is bottom hiding out
Down under the stairs
Tomorrow has come like it's drunk on the blood
Of men who have dared to be there

The earth's still climbing as it keeps on grinding it's way up around the sun
As cool water crashes down to the masses bootlegged and bottled like rum
My dreams are humble, lean as arrows and streetwise ready and fair
As we bum rush the ages tied to the rails
On high seas not fit to be sailed
Whatever we've taken does feel like heaven
But baby we just look like hell
Now act like you mean it where paradise was
In the valley of the low low sun
Act like you mean it where paradise was
In the valley of low low sun