Traces Of The Western Slopes

We go down round The far side of the tracks Lolitas playing dominoes and poker Behind their daddy's shacks Vacant-eyes, glue-face boys On a pearl splashing glass If they give us any flack If they come up on our ass We'll just give 'em the go-by The Cadillac pass Take me now From the blue and pale room I'd follow Through the faces and the traces of Treasure I keep hearing inside me Madmen throw their voices From pretty boys And from the best ones You pick up connections As they hand you your directions To the Western Slope I lied to my angel so I could take you downtown I'd lie to anybody there was nobody else around And I know what people say about me But I lied to my angel and now he can't find me I'm sorry I saw him I saw him Laughing I could hear them Laughing Alive I could hear them E. A. Poe And Johnny Johnson If you dial in They're calling from the Western Slope Who's the thin thread of light That keeps you strangled in the scenery That follows my voice - can you se me? Then follow my voice Who raised this banner? That no one hears - The Jack Beneath the axis Digging under the current Someone's trying to get back But who's qualified to retrieve The soul's enduring song? From the grottos of her eyes And the clashing stars E. A. Poe And Johnny Johnson If you dial in They're calling from the Western Slope Who's the thin thread of light That keeps you strangled in the scenery That follows my voice - can you se me? Then follow my voice - see me?