8000 Days from 8000 Days by West Texas Exiles

8000 Days (M. Gutierrez)

Sunday nights off Montwood St.
drinking the paycheck - who’s got the keys?
This place will give you what you want
But take what you need

There’s a stranger in the drivers seat
smoking a bowl full of apple seeds
Back then I got stoned
but now I'm on something else

So Maybe we go out, maybe we don't
But Alone together beat being being alone
Buzzing around till we fell off the edge of town

I spent 8000 days in the desert
I spent 8000 days in the desert
I spent 8000 days in the desert
Somehow I got away
Now I can’t go home

That sunset burned wild colors in the sky
If that's what kills you I'm ready to die
Put that pink and orange slow burn in my lungs

Its the cotton fields, the pecan groves,
The lower valley and my old home
They haunt my dreams like a vulture when I’m alone

I spent 8000 days in the desert
I spent 8000 days in the desert
I spent 8000 days in the desert
Somehow I got away
Now I can’t go home

You were a Pearl snap joke, a v-neck teen
I was Chelsea boots outta thrift store jeans
With big bad east side hopeful burn-out dreams

Now I feel like the clouds coming over the Franklins
on a frozen winter day
They break the peak so ferociously
Try to rush to the next place
But they just disappear
We all disappear

It was 8000 days in the desert
It was 8000 days in the desert
I spent 8000 days in the desert
I spent 8000 days in the desert

I spent 8000 days in the desert
I spent 8000 days in the desert

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