Ricochet

Motorcycles on sunrise
Downtown rodeo
Trumpeters and fairgrounds
Reveling below

Ricochet above the canyon
Children sleeping so
I always had a feeling
Here and there I know

Lights shining in the valley
Ditches glass and chrome
While up above the clouds
Painted horses roam

Sometimes no rhyme or reason
Sometimes no names for things
Just desert little mazes
And dusty river sings

When I was an eagle
With feathers gold and white
I would bolt you from the branches
To my heart's delight

As a ride in malachite
Like little silver tears
I will meet you in the mines
In another million years