Castle on an island, ship upon a sea
corporations getting rich with what they get for free.
An ancient road a 'winding, a lighthouse on a cliff,
I came here to remind you that every breath’s a gift.


Hands to God, eyes on the sparrow
37 bullets in a Buscadero
Hands to God, eyes on the sparrow
37 bullets in a Buscadero
37 bullets in a Buscadero

Chief Sitting Bull & Buffalo Bill
A medicine wheel sitting high upon a hill
I’ve seen their transformation from enemies at birth
To circus entertainers traveling the earth

You live by the sword, you die by the sword
well just as many people have died from being bored.
Annie Oakley’s aim: straight as an arrow
37 bullets in a Buscadero
37 bullets in a Buscadero

Butterflies & flowers painted in a field
Up against an enemy you know will never yield
Up a lazy river on a Sunday afternoon
Analyzing photographs of buildings on the moon

Questions never answered, answered questions lost
A stagnant pond polluted by all the pennies tossed
7 billion wishes, 7 billion prayers
sent with expectations that someone, or something, up there cares

Akira Kurosawa had Mifune for a muse
he gave the movie business the samurai blues
Sergio Leone came, kicking in the door
with A Fistful Of Dollars & A Few Dollars more

The mountains steep, the pathways narrow
37 bullets in a Buscadero
Over the falls in an old wine barrel
37 bullets in a Buscadero
37 bullets in a Buscadero

High planes drifter walking half asleep
Haunted by the promises that he could never keep
Lost his own protection, his reflection and his soul
trying to get back what the good times stole
I told him straight, but he will never know
why the seeds he’s planting are not the seeds that grow:
whiskey bottle, Marlboro, drowns himself in a pool of sorrow
Drowns himself in a pool of sorrow

Castle on an island, ship upon a sea
What’s the point in asking ‘to be or not to be ‘?
The universe is musical, a holy symphony
So why here in this paradise are so few people free?

You free your mind, you’ll free your soul
Don’t play their game and their heads will roll
You cast your spell with the voice of a pharaoh
37 bullets in a Buscadero
Hands to God, eyes on the sparrow
37 bullets in a Buscadero
37 bullets in a Buscadero
37 bullets in a Buscadero
37 bullets in a Buscadero