Dyin' Man's Diamond (SMMD, Nathan Moore)

[Cleantone]

Dyin' Man's Diamond

sailboat in a still sky, tadpole in a puddle
alone in a hayfield looking for trouble
trying to make love from whiskey and rolls
waking up late, two worn out soles
stepping down highways and off to the side
looking for traps, some place to hide
shooting your poison and chasing it with pride
chasing it down and casting your line
casting your play with whoever you find
on a gambling thumb, just letting it ride
in the next town do that dance just right
for a dyin' man's diamond is a hell of a night

next time around I'm leaving blank spaces
you can fill 'em in later
that much I've learned
I piled my youth up in a desert night
torched it, howled coyote as it burned
now I leave a turn behind me
one I'll take some night alone
when the whiskey will blind me and nothing's in stone
except all that stone swallowed since last night
but don't worry little fella, you'll sink just right
like the sun in the sky, falling from sight
brings the stars that were always there to light
that's what we do with all our might
for a dyin' man's diamond is a hell of a night