From the recordings Bill's Saloon and Going West
Lyrics
Going West
When seizures interrupt your sleep
There’s no bounds; risk is steep
A push on the sternum stalls out at the gate
Fate awaits
When home is not a real place
There’s no room; one cold space
The visitors circle like vultures in dark skies
Angels fly
Ride (head) out to the pasture
As the sunset’s turning black
You’re Going West to lay in rest
And you’re never coming back
When cancer cells have killed your brain
There’s no cure; life’s in vain
A blink of the eyelids will tell us yes or no
Eden glows
When faculties (motor skills) are almost gone
There’s no use; why go on ?
The suffering churns in a cauldron on hot coal
Death bells toll
Jay Banwell
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