I met him on the cliffs
of twin rocks oregon
he was sittin on his bedroll
lookin just like richard brautigan
I thought he was an old man
he wasn`t but 37
he said he`d been ridin trains
for 15 years
drawin portraits
to keep his belly full of beer
and it looked to me like he`d died
and missed the plane to heaven
but he was a nice ol` guy
for a younger man
he had a bottle of mad dog
he held in his hand
that he waved around a lot
to make his point
and I listened as he told his tales
of wine and women and county jails
and we finished off that bottle
and smoked a half a joint
he said I came here to watch the sun
disappear into the ocean
it`s been years
since I smelled this salty sea
he turned his bottle up and down
and I saw him lost
and I saw him found
he said I don`t know
what i`ve been lookin for,maybe me...
Well, I told him I too had been
travelin around livin out of my van
from town to town playin for tips
and whatever records I could move
I said I don`t reckon i`ll be
makin it big,
you know it`s hard to get rich
off a tout of coffee house gigs
and he said yeah, but ain`t it a blessin
to do what you wanna do...
and I told him yeah, I pulled off here
to watch the sun disappear into the ocean
`cause it`s been years
since I smelled this salty sea
and he turned his bottle up and down
he saw me lost and he saw me found
and I said
I don`t know what I`ve been looking for, maybe me
I said it`s getting kind of late
better be heading down the interstate
can I give you a lift
to san francisco bay?
he said nope, I think I`m just
going to sit here and rest
and maybe wait on the
tokyo-montana express
I might just lay here
and dream my life away
i`m going to sit right here,
i`m going to watch the sun
disappear into the ocean
`cause it`s been years, it`s been years
i`m gonna turn my bottle up and down
you can see my lost
and you can see my found
I met him on the cliffs
of twin rocks, oregon
he was sitting on his bedroll
looking just like richard brautigan
just like him
