Time To Go
John Vanderslice
We pushed the horses as long as we could
Over Cooley Pass into Sierra Woods
Burned the wagon wheels for heat, for food
We cut down Timothy Gant who died so twelve
Could make it through
Time to go
We’ll never make come back
It’s time to go
Try to make it to the shore
It’s time to go
And now I know it’s time to go
In Bakersfield we found a planned community
With plentiful two-bedrooms and full amenities
We sold the horses, we sold our guns
A specter of Timothy Gant appeared on my lawn
And told me to run
Time to go
We’ll never make it back
It’s time to go
Been banished to the cracks
Of molten ash
Don’t know what you had
Till it’s time to go