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Thunderhead

Victor Krummenacher
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I ride a trick horse thirteen hands high Down two lane roads through nowhere With the headlights off on the left hand side From the tarantula arms of Tonopah To the raven's wing of Caliente The rattlesnake hills of the Black Rock And straight on back to the Golden Gate We've heard some stories about where we've been In the heat of the day it's hard to know just what to believe So wait until the thunderhead Just wait until the thunderhead Thunderhead I can still hear Anna sing with a Voice that's weighed beyond her years Laughing at how the world's made her cry And giving names to every one of her tears She tries to explain it all but she can never make things clear In the afternoon when the voices come She starts to drown out what she's hearing There's no need thinking back, what's done is done She knows that forgiveness comes when the clouds block out the sun With the thunderhead She's just waiting for the thunderhead Just waiting for the thunderhead Thunderhead I ride a trick horse thirteen hands high We head straight out into the sacred lands Where no one is to hide We've looked around a bit on every hilltop path we've planned And scratched our heads about where we were And troubled over our place in time But always sense relief when the lightning strikes When the clouds are gathered steam Baby we don't mind We've been waiting for the thunderhead Just waiting for the thunderhead Been waiting for the thunderhead Thunderhead Been waiting for the thunderhead Just waiting for the thunderhead Been waiting for the thunderhead Thunderhead