The Post - Cowboy Junkies

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

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

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