Wildflower Honey

I stood up tall in the flowers
 All with bright yellow blooms at the tip
 Like they've been set on fire
 And put out, but left alone
 All the embers stay lit and I
 Passed a hillside in Texas
 Where the cacti all raised up their arms
 Like they've been caught in prayer
 To some evangelist preacher or absentee gods
 So I drift to sleep
 Eating wildflower honey
 In the evening heat
 With the windows down around me
 Laying low on the side of the road
 I played a dive in St. Louis
 My guitar started sounding like shit
 Got it fixed up in Nashville, the lady said
 "Kid, you can't bang on your fret board like this"
 And I found some boys out of Philly
 That were willing to play in my band
 For drinks at the bar
 And the promise of places that they've never been
 So we drift to sleep
 Eating wildflower honey
 In the evening heat
 Watch the fireflies arriving
 Laying low on the side of the road