Cowboy Junkies - The Post

Eyed it, dried it, untied it

Chilled it, spilled it, refilled it

Taste it, traced it, erased it

He's my post to lean on

And I just cut him down

So I'm out to land on somethin'

Hopefully a boy will come to me at the ground

Eyed it, dried it, untied it

Chilled it, spilled it, refilled it

Taste it, trace it, erased it

H e's my post to lean on

And I just cut him down

So I'm out to land on somethin'

Hopefully a boy will come to me at the ground

He's my post to lean on

And I just cut him down

So I'm out to land on somethin'

Hopefully a boy will come to me at the ground