Wyoming from Bird Sounds by Cold Snake

I was looking for a sweater in a thrift store in Wyoming
the mornings are so cold here, and they're only getting colder
when a song came on the radio,
oh my mind began to blow back home.
The guitar part was so pretty I forgot that I had nobody to love.
The guitar part was so pretty, I could feel you standing next to me.
And when I came down I was standing in the aisle.
And when I came down, my hand was on an old grey flannel.
And when I came down, I landed by the candle like a moth with a burning wing.

Well the pavement's painted yellow with aspen leaves
and the wind's howling down the chimney.
The wind don't stop for nothing on this plain.
You learn to like this wind or you blow away.
Full moon tonight, hanging in the trees.
And I can't believe one body can hold this many melodies.

• Experimental
• devotional
• folk
• punk
• spoken word
• Laramie