Tarkio Follow

Here there is no revelry
The sadness needs no leavening
So loose your boots
And sit yourself down

Deep inside the water tank
Over by the riverbank
There I saw my little girl
Drown

Call it a detour, ugly and impure
Save yourself
Where is the life line
Here on the highline
Save yourself

I came back here at 24
My friends all say
"What you're doing this for?"

Well my father died
And passed this shit to me
Rub my hands in turpentine
My prospect's now being undermined

Call it a detour, ugly and impure
Save yourself
Where is the life line
Here on the highline
Save yourself

Lost inside the peloton
With the Jerry Lewis telethon
Ticking soft until I fall fast asleep
Slipped away with candlelight
Leather chaps and cattle drives
This is not the life I meant to lead

Call it a detour, ugly and impure
Save yourself
But where is the life line
Here on the highline
Save yourself

Save yourself

Here there is no revelry
The sadness needs no leavening
So loose your boots