Full Moon Friend

Off the road awhile
My mind is a turnstile
Taking tickets for every mile
And a toll for each year

Twenty-nine palms
I'm carving out some calm
Already autumn's psalm
Drones in my ear

Western drift, feel myself sift
Through the colors of the wind
And the places I've been
Fickle gods, stacking the odds
I want to share the end
With my full moon friend

Wrestled down my wrongs
Wore out my shoes and songs
To find a place where I belong
And miss one I never knew

Rose colored light
Brushfires in the night
I want to be a satellite
Looming lovely next to you

Western drift, feel myself sift
Through the colors of the wind
And the places I've been
Fickle gods, stacking the odds
I want to share the end
With my full moon friend



Credits
Writer(s): John Abney
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