Album: Lost Herd

Lost Herd

Which away the game goes
which away the game goes
how she'll tally up the Lord only knows
and he might never come this way again
lost herd drifts with the wind

Sun came up blood red
songs got sung- words got said
but the silence now is like to raise the dead
and they ain't comin' thru this way again
lost herd drifts with the wind

Fax machine that never sleeps
the mail box junk
the cell phone beep
the old chant buried in some conyon deep
what would you give to hear the chant again
lost herd drifts with the wind

Run too far
run too fast
outrun the night and the ghosts of the past
sky too dark in a range too fast
how will we ever get back home again
lost herd drifts with the wind