See you on the Trail

I am not as young as our moon

but with drink and medicine

I may be there very soon.

I ain't in any goddamn race

but with the power of my Edison

and if driving talents keep pace.

I always have thoughts of tomorrow

and may decide to scale Kilimanjaro.

Look Over Yonder Somewhere

I'm gonna miss me when you're gone

I'm gonna miss you when you write my song

Sing in tune if or when you can

and maybe beat on your old pan . . .

I'll watch for you on the horizon

and grin ear to ear when you surprise me

'cause I know you're watching to see

what the hell is really over yonder . . .

It's us . . . you and me.