No Man's Land

It all begins to run together, it all begins to feel the same

The endless slow erosion, the pattern of the plain.

From the charge of the Calvary cavalry, to the endless fast food chains

I have written my runes by the parking lot moons

In the sorrow of the silver L.A. rain.

Living in no man's land, drifting on a sinking sand

Living in no man's land.

On the yonder boundaries of the bitterest barren place

To the paleface waste where every trace of taste has been erased

I slept with a lonely statue, unfeeling and full of form

Awakening to the flash flood crash

To find that I'd been sleeping through a storm.

[Refrain]

Now I am invisible, between the dream and the scene

So it's goodbye all you snowbound queens

I'm ripping up your silver screens.

I hold on to my last hope, which is living my life alive

Believing all things come to a man who goes to Hell

And somehow does not arrive.

[Refrain]

Michael Martin Murphey, 1978