There is a place where angels rest just west of here 
I think I'll pack it up and go, It's nice this time of 
year 
Where dreams are swallowed whole, the whirlpool that's 
the west 
What we have is not the worst, But so far from the best 
CHORUS
Stay here with me, Tide me over, Not sure where I'm bound 
When it all comes down 
VERSE 2 

I met this sad old wino, lying in the road 
A good friend of Jack Kerouac too drunk to lift his load 
There's gold up in the mountains, diamonds in the dust 
I hope we'll find it Jesus, we're all messed up in 
different ways 

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