Western Skies They all tell me in the land that don’t remember I won’t have no regrets and I already gave up on forgiving, I’m starting to forget and they say out there the nights are never lonely and the skies are never gray They drink whiskey ’stead of wine on Sunday mornings after punch-drunk Saturdays Well they say out there the skies are full of sunshine and the hills are made of gold and nobody’s ever got a need for grieving, cause no one’s getting old and I don’t care to hear your reasons why the seasons here ain’t changing anymore At least now them hands of time ain’t winding up my insides the way they was before CHORUS And when I push a little harder on the pedal I can’t hear your dirty lies And when I’m driving faster than the devil I can leave him far behind Drive off the edge of that horizon and drown in western skies [guitar solo] CHORUS Drive off the edge of that horizon and drown in western skies (words and music by Abe Wilson) copyright 2009 Abe Wilson Publishing