In the Afternoon - Michael Nesmith, The Second National Band

Sunlight fading in the afternoon

Shadows crawl across the land

Tired backs bending in the afternoon

Pockets glove the tired hand

Walking slowly to the domicile

Built from mud and board and tears

Dreams unloosening the hidden smile

He’s been saving up for years

Rapture secretly turns to speak

Tantalizing those who are weak

Offering in low, languid tones

Houses that cannot be homes

Pioneering spirit abounds

In dreams that we keep fastening down

Dreams that to live must be free

To touch each man’s destiny

Turn and dig your heels in the road

Don’t be bound or trapped by the old

Take from the past what you need

To give to the new life you lead

Run from the false golden crust

That hides all the heartbreak and rust

Run to the arms of your youth

Run to the arms of the truth

Sunlight fading in the afternoon

Shadows crawl across the land

Tired backs bending in the afternoon

Pockets glove the tired hand