Sedak Rova

Read what it says in my buckles boy
Take your sunset out of my rise.
I will not send you sailing if you came here to drive
and I know you came here to drive.
That’s why it reads won’t give up on your saddle
like I wrote don’t give up on my life
like I’ve been typing my name
on a horse I drove
through the desert as sure as a river he ran
and I swear on my shadow
he wouldn’t turn back
no matter how much slack I typed into his neck.

Not everyone wants to go home
to get the sunset painted back into their bones
to have the law with all that slack in its love
pretending to save me
you don’t need to save me
I already did that myself
when your god as my witness
never turned up
there was a typewriter
buried alive in that horse
I rode to get out of the flood.

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