El Dorado Songtext
von Itasca

I laid in the satin fold
The sleeping spirit of the cowboy
The mythic fire cold
The western dream, an ember in the path
Caught myself as a thief, and I cannot believe
I am playing sentinel alone
Picking acorns in the road

I knew the road to my El Dorado
But I was caught looking at the weeds
Empty signs, but a turn of mine
I was tied, looking at the trees


And my friend, she gives me a blessing, she believes
Shows me into the house I′ve built, glowing in the botanic
Daylight shines on her theater, the western revived
My remote cutoff in the sand
My story lies

I knew the road to my El Dorado
But I was caught looking at the weeds
Empty signs, feeding the turn of mine
I was knelt down, looking at the trees

Tell me about your feeling
I see your eyes are looking dim
I see you runnin' circles
Planning the ways ahead

Sage flowers and ice
Show me all the ways you love
Full clairvoyant stands right there in the sand
I see your fire′s gettin' low