Western Centuries Before That Final Bell
[VERSE 1]
You can hang your head
But that won't do a thing
But you should bang your drum
If that's what helps you sing
[VERSE 2]
I don't follow the full moon
It's just bound for day
I don't keep too much company
Cause it just gets in the way
[VERSE 3]
I don't follow the North Star
It always points afar
But you can go ahead and be right there
If that's where you think you are
[Chorus]
Nobody goes from Broadus to Garryowen
Without about a thousand tales to tell
And what if it don't dry up and blow away?
Sometime before that final bell
[VERSE 4]
Through the steel of the skyline
Iron shadows cast
I try to navigate the countryside
But it moves too goddamn fast
[VERSE 5]
Up and down these stony walls
The lonely traveler climbs
The wind it sings for Mary
But the people just think it whines
[VERSE 6]
Such is the life of a missioner
To sow what others reap
Across the whole dark continent
But who do they think they're keeping?
[Chorus]
Nobody goes from Broadus to Garryowen
Without about a thousand tales to tell
And what if it don't dry up and blow away?
Sometime before that final bell