Rangeline

i'm on upon i'm gone i'm gone i'm running
with luck and truck like duck way south i'll be
spread high i fly i try i spy you gunning
left turn i learn to spurn your remedy

that way ok you say i pay i'm thinking
what time what crime who's dime what slime are you
that's it i quit no shit i split like lincoln
good will i spill to fill that empty shoe

that rangeline of trees out there
makes me think of balmy air
you won't go but i don't care
i'll still see you everywhere

he'll die i'll cry goodbye goodbye my brother
live on respond with calm he said to me
ok today i'll stay here with your mother
and next week i'll seek to tweak your destiny

i know i go i thought i'd see you coming
you know i know you know i know you know
i know i go i won't let any sun in
you know i go to throw him out the door

that rangeline of trees you see
looks so very good to me
for once i reach it i'll be free
and whatever will be will be