The sky is always heavy here,
And the mules they roam in packs
And the skulls we dragged from waterholes,
By the woodshed in a stack

And fear don't ever come out alone
And the bad moon flies by night
And the choices made won't come again
'Cause the first choice wasn't right

No time for me to wash,
The sand & gravel

Downwinders, we still watch the sky
And each cloud has a name
Thunderhead & casket face
Keep your head on, don't breathe

The hills will slowly cover you,
'Til their blessings are disguised
And the choices made will travel home
Leaving all their junk behind

No time for me to wash,
The sand & gravel

Got bags of ash and worry stones,
Buried by the fence
And some Army water from a can,
Left over from the tests

The great unwashed is out my door,
And it will lose you in a pinch
And now that sorry don't mean spit
I have memorized each inch

No time for me to wash,
The sand & gravel here