Sweep - Idaho

Wind a golden wire around my crown

This lazy life, yeah, gaze on by

Weigh the chains and now my air is going

'cause i’m running down

Running down my way

Say when my days are through

Every sundown sweeps on by

Ailerons and fire roads

Will cut their way to somewhere

The junk will settle from the storm that’s mine

If the future has a story, then let it happen faster

'cause nothing seems to blow up when it should

'cause i may have found

There’s a way to light a candle, yeah

Only taken from those nights and you know

That they don’t ever live long

I may be alright saturday and

There are no reasons to leave my surroundings 'cause i am drinking my own stuff

And i feel that i am getting high

Getting high