you can drive up from the ocean and the road curves hard and steep the oak trees disappering as the houses start to creep up the sweeping fields of sourgrass the sagebrush stay aloof they re carried to these sacred hills on leather boots and hooves and what will you tell the young men who are quietly conversing the sun sinking low on the images they are commonly nursing there s no discussing consequence the hammer on your thumb and not about destinations but where we come from if we died tonight my lover there could never be another night like tonight cause the world you ve spent this life preparing for doesn t even exist behind my eyes in the darkness at the end sister i ll kiss your golden hair i ll hold the gate and watch you dance into the crystal air and i ll just disappear 