The Poet Ryan Bingham

And as I get long gone
Out where the wind blows
The desert sky, she flies by for miles

And as I keep walkin'
People keep a-talkin'
About things they've never seen or done

Homeless sleep in the park
Sweet hearts kiss in the dark
I myself just move on through town

Moon keeps on shinin'
And the rich keep on dinin'
And, oh, how I love the highway sun

And out to the back
The poet writes his songs in blood

Where the coyotes are callin'
Stars keep on fallin'
Your mother, she won't be around

A feather blows down the road
And the wind is cold, your wings are broke
And your heart is livin' on the run