[ Featuring Debonair ]
I once met a sleepwalker on the edge of town
He said , "Your skins to warm, its got the sun in its touch
I think its best that you turn around"
He stared right through me as if shooting the shit with a ghost
His voice earnest as it shook the ground
Well I was honest when I said, "We're too close now to worry about how we sound
Yeah I'll be on my way, but I'll be coming back with the sun"
He blinked hard then he opened his eyes
Dark horse rising yeah we ride all day
Dirt and thunder in our wake
We lose everything in the flood
Now we drift like charming mud
We need to find a better way home
So I rolled a pebble down a mountain
Towards a city
To great non-interest
I watched it gather dirt along the way and become a boulder
It took a while but when it got there it was flying with air on fire
The weight took them by surprise
Dark horse rising yeah we ride all day
Dirt and thunder in our wake
Aren't you tired of lukewarm coffee?
All that's left is angry poetry
Miles down the road we'll pass each other
I think we've found a better way home
