Way Out West

Elder Green is dead and gone
Yes, he lost his way going to town
Don't know who he is or what he's done
But it sure sounds sweet rolling off the tongue
Yes, it sure sounds sweet rolling off the tongue

If I was in an old hotel
That happened to be on fire
Maybe I'd jump or
Maybe I'd reconsider
You know I think I'm gonna climb a little higher

Like an oily rag
In a dusty corner
Like a box of matches near an open flame
I'd jump eighteen storeys from a burning tower
Yeah, sooner than I'd face this world of shame
You know I'd skip this town and jump a westbound train

Baby, take these fingerlings from my fingers
Spoken with your breath
With those white washed eyes
And flies that linger
It seems rather forlorn and bereft

And I said where you goin' with that sack on your shoulder, Willie?
As if I couldn't have guessed
He says, "I'm gonna get the hell
Out of Slag Valley, I'm gonna take a little stroll way out West"
I'm gonna take a little stroll out West, oh you know

If I was in an old hotel
That happened to be on fire
Maybe I'd jump or
Maybe I'd reconsider
You know I think I'm gonan climb a little higher, yes

Like an oily rag
In a dusty corner
Like a box of matches near an open flame
I'd get so far away
From that old matchbox hotel
I'd skip this town and jump a westbound train
Oh man, anything to get away from this world of shame

'Cause if you take these fingerlings from my fingers
Spoken with your breath
With white-washed eyes
And flies that linger
Seems rather forlorn and bereft

And I said where you goin' with that sack on your shoulder, Willie?
As if I couldn't have guessed
He says, "I'm gonna get the hell
Out of Slag Valley, I'm gonna take a little stroll way out West"
I'm gonna take a little stroll
Out West, yeah