Fire from the kin of
an unskilled clan
It came calling out on all fours
Crusted and charred,
didn't give very far
Stumbled straight from the
banding wheels
Round and round, such a delicate sound
He turned, couldn't turn, things ran
He was little us for the wind
Little us for the wind
His world came to a halt
with their warning
They echoed like shouts reporting
He came face to face with the bottle
Then he went out of pieces
Cracked and wailing
Such a terrible sight
He was tired, tired, nameless
Or maybe just tired of aiming
Y 'all need
Louie and a baby
Livin' down there
He was a little worse for the wear
A little worse for the wear
A little worse for the wear
He was a little worse for the wear
Eventually he took stock
and rebounded
Flipped his dead wings and
the hedges he rounded
One deep breath and he
quietly was landed
Please, please
No royal horses, no kingdom of men
No miracles of science,
no sleight of hand
We'll pick up the pieces,
we'll behold again
I'll make good on my promises,
I shall make amends
Little
West, far away
Little
West, far away
Little
West, far away
But I'm standing here now
Little
West, far away
The scars I've made, babe
But I'm standing
Little
West, far away
The knives in my back
But I'm standing
Little words fall away
Blood on my hands
But I'm standing
Little words fall away
Oh, poison in my cup
But I'm standing
Little words fall away
Ruin in my wake
But I'm standing
Little words fall away
Oh, fire in my bones
But I'm standing
A little worse for the wear
Smoke in my eyes but I'm standing
A little worse for the wear
Pride in my veins but I'm standing
A little worse for the wear
Heavy in my heart but I'm standing
A little worse for the wear
A little worse for the wear
A little west for the wind