Wishingbone

Do not look for me in the summer heat
Do not look for me in the autumn leaves

Because I've long since passed this way before
And I'm long since down the trail

Do not look for me in your smoke-stacks, your salt-flats
Do not look for me in your dust-bowl cities

Because I've long since passed this way before
And I'm long since down the trail

I'm far out past the borderline
Amongst the animals and the rain
In the company of the dogs
And the shadow of the range

I've carved my name in to the boundary stones
Out where the wind blows cold
There's nothing left now
Of my flesh and bone
Nothing but blue and gold