Tops of the Trees

I've got sixteen bounties on this forehead of mine

There's no chance in winning so I might as well try

That big red sun is about to go down

Well I guess it's hard time I got the fuck out of town

Need to find a place where I can rest and be kind

Got too much lager stuck behind my eyes

Need to find a place in the middle of beyond

Well I tell you little angel, you'll never know I'm gone

And as the tops of the trees turn from golden to green

And the river sighs softly to her

Well as the night's rolling in I roll a joint again

And the city cries softly to her

Everyday people are trying to find

Their perfect train to get them where they're going all the time

Me that's the hardest thing I've ever known

So watch for me walking down that big open road

If I don't pay attention I'll be a slave to my mind

Don't need to wait for all my stars to align

The silver dollar moon is the same as mine

She wants to hear it speak, but I'll just let it shine

And as the tops of the trees turn from golden to green

And the river sighs softly to her

Well as the night's rolling in I roll a joint again

And the city cries softly to her

Well sometimes you gotta break from this world

Sometimes a pretty girl's just another pretty girl

And as the tops of the trees turn from golden to green

And the river sighs softly to her

Well as the night's rolling in I roll a joint again

And the city cries softly to her

And as the tops of the trees turn from golden to green

And the river sighs softly to her

Well as the night's rolling in I roll a joint again

And the city cries softly to her