Tops of the Trees

I got sixteen bounties on this forehead of mine,
There's no chance I'm waiting so I might as well try,
That big red sun is about to go down,
Well I guess it's high time I got the fuck out of town,
Need to find a place where I can rest and be kind,
Got too much loggers stuck behind my eyes,
Need to find a place in the middle of beyond,
But I tell you little angel, you'll never know I'm gone.

And as the tops of the trees turn from golden to green,
And the river sighs softly to her,
Well as the nights rolling in I roll a joint again,
And the city cries softly to her.

Every day people are trying to find,
Their perfect train to get them where they're going on time,
For me, that's the hardest thing I've ever known,
So watch for me walking down that big open road,
If I don't pay attention I'll be a slave to my mind,
Don't need to wait for all my stars to align,
The silver dollar moon is the same as mine,
She wants to hear it speak, but I just let it shine.

And as the tops of the trees turn from golden to green,
And the river sighs softly to her,
Well as the nights rolling in I roll a joint again,
And the city cries softly to her.

Well, sometimes you got to break from this world,
Sometimes a pretty girl does enough,
Pretty girl.

And as the tops of the trees turn from golden to green,
And the river sighs softly to her,
Well as the nights rolling in I roll a joint again,
And the city cries softly to her.

And as the tops of the trees turn from golden to green,
And the river sighs softly to her,
Well as the nights rolling in I roll a joint again,
And the city cries softly to her.