Fantasy, TX

I'm in the graveyard
In my daddy's snowshoes
I'm in the tiger's jaws tonight
And honey I'd come outside
But the darkness, it feels too bright
You peel your lemons, I roll the dice
My hands are heavy,
But they're reaching toward the light

My guitar, it is broken
And my feet are burning
And my walking shoes are wearing out
And you tell me that the oil is drilled, and
There's nobody left in doubt
I dance on the chimney
Of the smokin' house
And though the spirit's in me,
She's laughing 'round the bout

My hero's fallen, dead and forgotten
And soon I'll be rotten too
But still I'm gonna throw my chips
On his broken record blues
One hand on the stick shift,
One foot on the moon
My head's in a whirlwind,
And my soul is split in two

But I pray for paradise in Fantasy, Texas
And I pray for sunshine on a sheet of ice
Sometimes I pray that it all turns out alright
Though my luck is fading,
And my dreams are dust,
And my heart is aching,
You know my tears will never rust