Traces of the Western Slopes

We go down round
The far side of the track
Lolita's playin' dominoes and poker
Behind their daddy's shacks
Vacant-eyes, glue-face boys
On a pearl splashin' glass
If they give us any flack
If they come up on our ass
We'll just give 'em the go-by
The Cadillac pass

Take me now
From the blue and pale room I'd follow
Through the faces and the traces of
Treasure I keep hearin' inside me
Madmen throw their voices
From pretty boys
And from the best ones
You pick up connections
As they hand you your directions
To the Western Slope

And I lied to my angel, so I could take you downtown
I'd lie to anybody when there was nobody else around
And I know what the people say about me
But I lied to my angel and now he can't find me

I'm sorry
I saw him
I saw him
Laughin'
I could hear them
Laughin'
Alive
I could hear them

E. A. Poe
And Johnny Johnson
If you dial in
They're callin' from the Western Slope
Who's the thin thread of light
That keeps you strangled in the scenery
That follows my voice
Can you see me?
Then follow my voice

Who raised this banner?
That no one hears
The Jack beneath the axis
Diggin' under the current
Someone's tryin' to get back
But who's qualified to retrieve
The soul's endurin' song?
From the grottos of her eyes
And the clashin' stars

And I lied to my angel so I could take you downtown
I'd lie to anybody when there was nobody else around
And I know what the people say about me
But I lied to my angel and now he can't find me

Will be laughin' (I'm sorry)
Will be laughin' (I saw him)
Will be laughin' (I saw him)
Will be (laughin')
Wil be laughin'
(I'm sorry)
Laughin'
I could hear them

E.A. Poe
And Johnny Johnson
If you dial in
They're callin' from the Western Slope
Who's the thin thread of light
That keeps you strangled in the scenery
That follows my voice
Can you see me?
Then follow my voice
See me?



Credits
Writer(s): Rickie Jones, Sal Bernardi
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