Every Part Of The Buffalo

My cheeks are salty breezes
She’s got my mother’s dress on
Thoughts moving through molasses
Stay close and you’ll see past it

I'm fast on my feet and I smile in my sleep
An island full of wild horses
I look at the Moon beams and see your wild eyes
And they use every part of the buffalo
Roosters croon from every angle

And he hears the same song every day from the funeral home below
I feel lucky and sorry and awe at the same time
Took note when worlds collided
Keep them when you’re reminded

I'm missing you but we’ve only just met
I’ll soon be in your arms again
'Cause in the wild you gotta be willing and this conversation could make us a killing
Sometimes they catch me parading unabashedly
Come have a drink on the porch and talk some trash with me
As long as I stay amazed I am satisfied in so many ways