From the Iowa Prison Writing Project

 

There’s nothing here I love you dear

what else can we do

I’ve seen the sun we’re on the run

it’s your turn to choose

where did they go? Their [sic] trapped on thrones

they could not behave 

Let’s go and see just you and me

before it’s too late 

 

Oh my sweet Clementine you really wind me up good

and I think that it’s fine and I think the we should 

there’s a place we can go you’ll really like it a lot 

where there’s a big piles of thrones and we can climb 

up on top

 

beyond the wheels the road the hills

above mountaintops

what may we find inside the winds

if we never stop

there’s something there I know you care

please don’t hold me down

don’t let this be a mystery 

a sound can be found

 

we’re out here on the frontier 

under the stars flesh and bone 

out here on the frontier 

by a pile of thrones 

 

They have a lock locked on a clock

to try and stop time

let’s find the key just you and me

and let it unwind

the clock will turn it’s gears will burn

exploding on fire

what’s done is done we’re on the run

you can have my desire 

 

Oh my sweet Clementine you really wind me up good

and I think that it’s fine and I think that we should

there’s a place we can go you’ll really like it a lot

where there’s a big pile of thrones and we can climb up

on top

 

the roads are few it’s nothing new

what else may we find

it’s time to go onto the thrones

leave all else behind

there’s nothing here there are no fears

it’s empty as sin

this is a land of wasted plans

forget where you’ve been

 

we’re out here on the frontier

under the stars flesh and bone

out here on the frontier 

on a pile of thrones