I drift awaynBut when the pioneers come throughnI’ll keep the drifting in my headnAnd perhaps then the fire-fighters will bloomnnFrom dust to dustnTo Cow Creek RoadnFrom heat to heatnUntil you don’t know mennSlip awaynIn these dark tequila timesnI’ll try but I trust you not a bitnAnd your time is mine insteadnPlease, you’re not the only onenAnd then the fire-fighters bloom