Tripping Horses

I drift off course I'm destined to be
Tripping horses in western movies and
Looking out the front door backing out
And sending myself packing

You never seem to call anymore
You're always showing up late
You always fall to the floor
My handwriting is getting much worse

I can't remember last night
Is that a blessing or curse?
I headed home with guts full of rye
And a head full of thoughts

That seem to cut like a knife
I feel it like the cold seeping in
Or a butterfly knife
With its blade deep within and

I drift off course I'm destined to be
Tripping horses in western movies and
Looking out the front door backing out
And sending myself packing

I tried with words to take her away
With nothing new left to say
I'm spewing paper mache

So call me but just let it ring once
And we'll meet up in the fall
Or maybe when the spring comes

I'm building sets for suns on the stage
With a pen as a sword
And a gun as a page

Thank god there's still a few good ones left
A few more dead winter storms
A few more golden sunsets

I drift off course I'm destined to be
Tripping horses in western movies and
Looking out the front door backing out
And sending myself packing

We all fall down, we walk on thin ice
We walk on thin ice, we walk on thin ice
So please call now the clock's at midnight
The clock's at midnight, the clock's at midnight

We all fall down, we walk on thin ice
We walk on thin ice, we walk on thin ice
So please call now the clock's at midnight
The clock's at midnight, the clock's at midnight

I drift off course I'm destined to be
Tripping horses in western movies and
Looking out the front door backing out
And sending myself packing

You never seem to call anymore
You're always showing up late
You always fall to the floor
My handwriting is getting much worse

I can't remember last night
Is that a blessing or curse
I headed home with guts full of rye
And a head full of thoughts

That seem to cut like a knife
I feel it like the cold seeping in
Or a butterfly knife
With its blade deep within