Taste the Wind Blowing out of the Canyon

Have a beer for me on Saturday night
And another for Sunday morning
If you never do anything else
I want you to pay heed to my warning
The saints will sit on the back of the bus
And tell you where you should be going
Drag yourself out of your dark bitter mind
Taste the wind blowing out of the canyon
Life can become pretty tense
And at times it will be mind blowing
All you can do is give your dreams your best shot
Don’t get caught up with pointless things
Or you will ride the train going backwards
It will take you to places you don’t want to go
Remind you of the change that is needed
When the child on the corner begs you for bread
Will you pay attention to his sad pleading
Or will you just kick him out of your way
Is more violence all we are needing
The poor cry out for their fair share
And the rich cry to keep the money they’ve earned
There doesn’t seem to be any middle ground
Please pay attention to the way the world turns
Or you’ll never know where you’re going
Not that it matters if you ever do
All destinations are the same in the morning
The sinners will walk where saints never go
And take you to pleasure filled places
But if you travel down that winding road
You’ll end up right back where you started
Have a beer for me on Saturday night
And another for Sunday morning
If you never do anything else
I want you to pay heed to my warning
The saints will sit on the back of the bus
And tell you where you should be going
Drag yourself out of your dark bitter mind
Taste the wind blowing out of the canyon