for
Townes Van Zandt
The hounds
had the scent, but no one said a word
So, he went
on out into that wilderness alone
And found a
herd
Of wild
horses and made a home
Later he
tumbled while riding in the dark
But even as
he fell, he hummed
To the
chorus of a lullaby
That he
once learned by heart
Rumor has
it that he’s gone upriver (far away from here)
While
others say he’s orbiting
Above
Houston, preparing to parachute in
I say he’s
the guy with the grin
On his
face, hovering just there
Floating on
nothing but air
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