Last Bus to Reno


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Waitin' on the last bus to Reno

out here in these long rusty hills

ponies run wild as ghost-shirt Lakotas.

There's a stillness out here, alone

the moon is restless in its own vacant lot

there's just nowhere for it to go

it's lookin' for me to give up all I know

but there ain't even room enough for what I forgot.


Lakota ponies race over the ridge

with no riders, faster than memories

come calling, swifter than a lance

to my heart with all our old stories.


I remember, then I try not to remember

everything and everywhere the two of us sang,

you on the hood of that '41 Ford coupe,

I thought if it was the last ride, I'd go.

Why you had to be so beautiful, why

I never made room for your dreams,

questions come down with the whole sky,

I just can't tell exactly what it means.


Maybe in Reno, my buddy keeps tellin' me,

maybe there you'll hit the right combination

but streets, empty parking lots and the night

don't seem too friendly or full of promise

to help set it right.


Questions come down, with the whole sky,

in a strange language I've never been taught

but there ain't even room enough for what I forgot.


Lakota ponies race over the ridge

with no riders, faster than memories

of all our old stories.

 

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