I’m in a deep part of the woods in a country town
I mean, it’s old and its hills run steep
I started out down the road with a cigarette at light speed
Me and my boys, we’re known as the last riders
We used to meet up about twice a week
But if there’s work to be done, we’ll do it well
You’ll see
We’ll always be the last ones off the marshlands
We’ll often be the first ones on the scene
We understand the mystical traditions
And that the river magic’s running deep
We used to work out the basement of a chapel once
Or an apartment off 333
We liked to park off trails on the mountainsides
And we would cast our spells when the moon was high
We had to pay off cops a couple times
Where the road gets rough, we’ll be ready there
And where the fog gets dense, we’ll be ready there
We’ll always be the last ones off the marshlands
We’ll often be the first ones on the scene
We understand the mystical traditions
And that the river magic’s running deep
We travel on the pathways long forgotten
We walk among the animals and the trees
We started as a magic-centered union
A magic-centered union’s what we’ll be
Other lyrics by Wicca Phase Springs Eternal:
Bells Of Life
With a serious hand And prosperous plan I head back to the highlands In hopes that I’ll find there Most natural expanse (Colonial camp) So straight on the road …
Enchantment
When I look over my shoulder I’m not sure what I see Was there movement through the window Lake reflecting lightning Or a memory that echoes Now it whispers lightly …
Horseback
In the romance and the rain Let me ride Through the open fields away Setting sun on better days Heavy eyes Heavy heart is home today And towards the lamplight from lamps …
I Choose You
If love is a shadow then I’m heading straight to its heart Where time isn’t passing, lights flashing, I’m back to the start Where heaven is a passing …
I Get It
If there’s a way to live fast, untamed, carefree I don’t know it, and I never have I’ve kept it pretty buttoned up for most my life I wish I …