40 miles south of baker
I fell out of my car
I was driving so fast that I
I could not see the trees
I flew through the front windshield
I landed on my back
I lie there on the bloody concrete
I thought about the things I love
There were stars the size of planets
They were bigger than the clouds
Oh I will shine in on my small world
I lay there and started singing
My hands gropped for my pockets
Reaching for the wiskey flask
I heard the words of the great ones
God oh might I'm free at last
In a sheeted bed in greensburg
I slept a century
In my dreams I did a lot of singing
I sang about the things I love
I sang about
I sang about
I sang about the things I love
I sang about
I sang about
I sang about the things I
Love
40 miles south of baker
I fell out of my car