(Shearer)
Now the time has come
To leave El Dorado
For so long it's been my sanctuary
But to stay, I'd never be free
I pick up treasures
Of this life so far
Memories flash before my eyes
Now it's time to say goodbye
This feeling of death is so strange
Where something is lost and something's gained
I close the draw
Lock the door
I start to leave
A sigh of relief
Ahead is the Western Star
Now there's just me, my guitar and a little red car
© 2012 Andrew Shearer.