Spin my tires

Start my fires

I will wade on through

Castle red

I'll be dead

Long before you

I will die a poor man

Covered in dust

Dreaming of you

Tip toes

Plain clothes

I am a closed hand

Chipped brow

Somehow

I hope you understand

I will die a poor man

Covered in dust

Dreaming of you

I will die a poor man

Covered in dust

Dreaming of you