Restless
Thundering hooves of crazy horses,
The dark look of red clouds,
A lonesome call from an eagle,
All set in for a restless night.
The horses enter the canyon,
And the clouds fade away.
A rising moon in the distance,
Gives birth to the stars of night.
The stars give light,
With the moon by their side,
While a fire turns to embers,
An owl calls out to say goodnight.
There’s a legend about the owl,
When it calls out in the twilight.
For there’s an open door,
Not even out of sight.
A candle in the window flickers,
Then turns dark and cold.
Through an open door lit by the moon and stars,
There’s a lady.
The lady’s alone now,
Or maybe not.
She lies in a pool, a pool of her own,
Made by the men on the crazy horses.
Under the dark red clouds,
They rode down into the canyon
With a drunken call to each other,
All set in for a restless night.