Big Bend Texas
It’s the capitol of nowhere,
It’s out by Study Butte,
Where the desert goes unnoticed,
Serene in its windswept dream.
Yea, the desert goes unnoticed,
Although it’s layered in brilliant orange,
What others view as boredom,
Are the colors of tranquility.
And there’s lapsed faith behind adobe,
Broken walls of fallibility,
No flurries of revelation,
‘Cause imperfections lace the scars of me.
Born on this earth where there’s billions,
Clawin’ for marbled air,
They’re existin’ to be absent,
Refutin’ that fatal force.
I don’t want what those folks want,
I don’t do what those folks do,
I’m happy in Big Bend,
Just sittin’ back lovin’ you.
On an old porch, in Terlingua,
And that’s the way I like it,
On an old porch, in Terlingua
Creaking with the wounds of the wood
And there’s lapsed faith behind adobe,
Broken walls of fallibility,
No flurries of revelation,
‘Cause imperfections lace the scars of me.
It’s the capitol of nowhere,
The best nowhere I’ve seen,
Where the desert goes unnoticed,
Serene in its windswept dream.
Ah I’m singin’ with the wind in Big Bend,
Just singin’ with the wind in Big Bend.
Morri Hartgraves fleamarketpickers.com
