I've been living above the timberline
tryin' to erase my past
remembering the days when everything
went way too fast

Can I get your number
Can I get your name
Can I get some magic
to impress you
Like they say:
I need some game

Surrounded by your kinsmen
your red hair highlights the scene
brunch is served at eleven
fresh orange juice and champagne

I'm living above the timberline
Been cruisin' the freeways for a cosmic sign
Maybe it will come tomorrow
or maybe it will come today
Leaving a message on your door post
asking 'Won't you come out and play'

I've been living above the timberline
tryin' to erase my past
remembering the days when everything
went way too fast

Rum drinks slow the world down
while white bearded wizards light up the sky

the apache kid