sometime, somewhere


I'd put my boots on...
 leather and rough
  but I don't have any

and I'd sling a gun
 glittering chrome
  but I can't afford that

yes, I'd even fly
 through stormy her
  but she burned all the fuel.

So I come to you
 lonely and wet...
  desolate buttes you are

  and mining, I'm ever mining
  in hopes to find the Wright Brothers
  somewhere in these rocky clefts

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