Once we sit together at the Mississippi River with a coffee in our hands
We followed Todd, the wizard, the true star, from Chicago to St. Louis along the Bible Belt
In Montana we peed our signs in the buffalo grass
Then, in Portland, we visit Saul in his garage. God we had a wonderful day
Down in Seattle you cried about the memories of a dead friend
Yes, we peed our signs in the buffalo grass, somewhere in Montana
Today I cry at the olive tree that I planted on your grave my friend