Wildflower Honey (Live From Asbury Park)

I stood up tall in the flowers

All with bright yellow blooms at the tip

They've been set on fire

Then put out, but left alone

All the embers stay lit

And I passed a hillside in Texas

Where the cacti all raised up their arms

Like they've been caught in prayer to some evangelist preacher

Or absentee gods

So I drift to sleep

Eating wildflower honey

In the evening heat

With the windows down around me

Laying low on the side of the road

I played a dive in St. Louis

My guitar started sounding like shit

Got it fixed up in Nashville

The lady said

"Kid, you can't bang on your fret-board like this"

And I found some boys out of Philly

That were willing to play in my band

For drinks at the bar

And the promise of places that they've never been

So we drift to sleep

Eating wildflower honey

In the evening heat

Watch the fireflies arriving

Laying low on the side of the road