Traces of the Western Slopes

We go down round The far side of the track Lolita's playin' dominoes and poker Behind their daddy's shacks Vacant-eyes, glue-face boys On a pearl splashin' glass If they give us any flack If they come up on our ass We'll just give 'em the go-by The Cadillac pass Take me now From the blue and pale room I'd follow Through the faces and the traces of Treasure I keep hearin' inside me Madmen throw their voices From pretty boys And from the best ones You pick up connections As they hand you your directions To the Western Slope And I lied to my angel, so I could take you downtown I'd lie to anybody when there was nobody else around And I know what the people say about me But I lied to my angel and now he can't find me I'm sorry I saw him I saw him Laughin' I could hear them Laughin' Alive I could hear them E. A. Poe And Johnny Johnson If you dial in They're callin' from the Western Slope Who's the thin thread of light That keeps you strangled in the scenery That follows my voice Can you see me? Then follow my voice Who raised this banner? That no one hears The Jack beneath the axis Diggin' under the current Someone's tryin' to get back But who's qualified to retrieve The soul's endurin' song? From the grottos of her eyes And the clashin' stars And I lied to my angel so I could take you downtown I'd lie to anybody when there was nobody else around And I know what the people say about me But I lied to my angel and now he can't find me Will be laughin' (I'm sorry) Will be laughin' (I saw him) Will be laughin' (I saw him) Will be (laughin') Wil be laughin' (I'm sorry) Laughin' I could hear them E.A. Poe And Johnny Johnson If you dial in They're callin' from the Western Slope Who's the thin thread of light That keeps you strangled in the scenery That follows my voice Can you see me? Then follow my voice See me?