MY FARAWAY BOYS

Been waiting for death to find me 

Since 1964

I stayed in California 

Just back from the faraway war

I came home to the USA

To the land of a foreign god

When the earth caved in beneath me

Just like it never was 

I made my home in the mountains

Where the last of the condors fly 

So many ghosts surround me

I don't mind 'cause I keep them alive 

Down there, no one remembers

And time has slipped away

Up here, it's 1965

On the radio, The Stones are playing

On this side of the mountain

The desert Diablo winds blow

Across the bedrock of the desert

And through the cursed lands of my soul

The dragonflies are sparkling blue 

Snakes lay on the slate to stay warm

I sit and watch the sun go down 

Time circles itself 'round the sun

Death, he still remembers me

Having looked into my eyes

Been waiting for him to find me again

Since 1969

But all these years, he's stayed away

On this mountain, I've grown old

I used to hear the old men say 

It's the same wherever you go

I made my home in the mountains

Where the last of the condors fly

My faraway boys surround me

I'm the one who keeps them alive.