my guest guitar

      pastoral time eases into my breathing mind

      warming the edge of reaction from lime sour doubt

      squeezed from the city of trouble looking into out

      I just pack the last of a cracker crumb and rattle on

      hummin a tune that breaks into steel guitar moons

      won't you come and meet me there under the red sky

      we''ll drag through a plow and trade harvest season cows

      all for a chance to be free from the tangled distraction

      fall waves of cooling heat rollercoasting into winter action

      my guest guitar would bless the evening coals in light

      where shooting star freightline cars hold me in close

      we fly past a field of bread where the buffalo once roamed

      think of who could have held the simple stone before

      was the cost a reminding boss of late fees unkind

      pastoral time eases into my breathing mind