Me and my black dog, we been down a few miles
Where we saw a few things we don't talk about now
Skin and bone, wind and brick, we shot through Chicago
A quick bullet – hollow – like you have to
Where the memories grow thick
And we strained our eyes up against that night
As the slow water rose through the air
We were long gone looking for the angel's share
I sense the fire, as it falls to my feet
I know it now, that soon I will leave
There's a whole land out there I must meet
It's not home. It's gonna feel like it once we're through this canyon, though
Past the jack-knifing moans, coming in to Western Slope –
Just 98 miles still to go. So, come on, rain. Come on, snow
We got a guardian angel and a bargain with strangers
All hanging from the red rock below
And we cracked and dulled up against that pull
With the ecstatic earth floating bare. We were long gone looking
For the angel's share – out there looking for the angel's share
We track the river as it feels for the sea
We feel it, too – soon we will leave
There's a whole land out there we must meet
Me and my black dog, we been up a few nights
Down the curve of the lines, locked in a vigilant jaw