Drover

The real people went away But I'll find a better word someday Leaving only me and my dreams My cattle And a resonator I drove all the beasts down Right under your nose The lumbering footloose power The bull and the rose Don't touch them Don't try to hurt them My cattle! I drove them by the crops and thought the crops were lost I consoled myself with rudimentary thoughts And I set my watch against the city clock It was way off! One thing about this wild, wild country It takes a strong, strong it breaks a strong, strong mind And anything less, anything less makes me feel like I'm wasting my time But the pain and frustration, is not mine It belongs to the cattle Through the valley And when my cattle turns on me I was knocked back flat I was knocked out cold for one clack of the train track And then I rose a colossal hand Buried in sand I rose like a drover For I am in the end a drover A drover by trade And when my cattle turns on me I am a drover double fold My cattle bears it all away for me and everyone