New Summer Wine

Like new summer wine
We were green in our time
and the yellow rose
never smelled better

But like the weeds in the road
Armadillos and horned toads
The truth was spelled out
In the letter

You know some days are just fine
Others will find you lying
But most of the time
you're barbed wiring

Well the rains came on down
washed away the town
I found you boarding
the bus to Dallas

You said you gave it a go
Now it's time to go with the flow
And I watched the bus disappear
with sadness

Well the high plain's never tame
Life's not long there for the lame
And one can drown in the dust
of your sorrows

You can ride on and mend
But you will never be able to bend
the land or the will that's known
as Texas

So goodbye my dear friend
You can write but I'll never send
I'll be waiting on you
at the nexus