Tungsten 4: The Refugee - The Besnard Lakes

You’ve been riding like a refugee

You’ve been riding cross the land

And the county knows your recipe

And they wanna try your hand oh man

Oh no, oh no

And on and on and on

You’ve been running like a refugee

You’ve been falling in the sand

All your fans have made an effigy

Of an albatross in hand, oh man

You know they know

And I waited out the day

With a horse they made from clay

All the those years we’ve counted

I belong to ride your rails

Put them on

You were riding like a refugee

With the bounty in your hands

I set the county as a robbery

All across the land, oh man

And no one more

They’re looking for an effigy

And their playing in the sand, oh man

I know they know

And I waited out the day

With a horse I made from clay

All those years they’ve gone and I belong to no one

Ooooo ooooo

And the others beg to see your gray bars