words and music by James Rider



Just me and a friend roamin' around

Him a magician and I was a clown

Playin' the streets for a dollar a day

Waitin' for the right time and a sign to lead the way



Crossed over the border to a mystical land

Sort of unexpected didn't quite understand

On a razor's edge on a grain of sand

Onward we wandered to the gates of oblivion



On a roll of the dice we headed out west

Where the sage and and the spice attracted us

Shadows fell down like a dark groping hand

Saw the teeth of the wolves and the blood of the lambs



On a turn of the cards I lightened my load

Throwing off fear for the weakness it holds

On target and calm the vision was clear

Beyond the mirage I took for granted was here



On a flip of the coins we rode the coast

Tryin' to make the most of every situation

That we witnessed near at hand

On a drifter's crusade all over the land



Could it be in the stars in the passing of cars

At a table in the bar in a turn of the cards

In a change of your mind in the passing of time

In a ribbon of rhyme just down the line



Just me and a friend roamin' around

Him a magician I was a clown

Playin' the streets for a dollar a day

Waitin' for the right time and a sign to lead the way