There's a fire upon my mountain
Blood is on the floor
Water over my levee
Need I say anymore
About the path that you tore
All the holes that you wore
Right through me

I get along alright now
Stitched up on my inside
I gotta slow down
Long Golden Shores ain't got nothing on all our wars
I'd serve a thousand tours
Where the rain always pours
Right by you

And I don't know what can be done
Catching up with you is like trying to touch the Sun
Might as well be cliffs all around
There's no path to you I can take from this town
Anna Leigh
Come back to me

I'm West of lonesome
North of insane
Hearing of your comings
And your goings all across the Plains
I'm bursting into flames
Swerving through the lanes
To find you

And I don't know what can be done
Catching up with you is like trying to touch the Sun
Might as well be cliffs all around
There's no path to you I can take from that town
Anna Leigh
Wait up for me
West of lonesome

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