[ Featuring Mike Marshall ]
It's Sunday and it's seven and I'm lying in my bed
Thinking about the things I probably should have said
I think I got the hang of hanging out solo
But I wonder if you wonder about me when we're alone
I want to ride away your memory but when I get close
Here come another thousand miles to go
Well I paid a visit to the local medicine man
And I asked if he could get me to the promise land
He said smoke this pipe and say a prayer and you'll be alright
But I never will forget that sweet September night
I want to ride away your memory but when I get close
Here come another thousand miles to go
Well I believe that candor can be right for the soul
And I've been poised and ready for my signal to crow
Well I'd walk a country mile for a little insight to know
How I'm supposed to hold on when I'm supposed to let go
I want to ride away your memory but when I get close
Here come another thousand miles to go
