(Shearer)
Now the time has come
            To leave El Dorado
            For so long it's been my sanctuary
            But to stay, I'd never be free
I pick up treasures
            Of this life so far
            Memories flash before my eyes
            Now it's time to say goodbye
This feeling of death is so strange
            Where something is lost and something's gained
            I close the draw
            Lock the door
I start to leave
            A sigh of relief
            Ahead is the Western Star
            Now there's just me, my guitar and a little red car
    
   
   
© 2012 Andrew Shearer.