Water of Life

There sits a picture book on my childhood bedroom shelf It's about three brothers on a quest To cure their ailing father, he's a king or something, I don't remember But I thought of you, you said you're searching too You who's got your Ford in fifth gear Screaming words you know I won't hear Betting on the saloon closing down You talk just to hide all the maps in the glovebox I've seen the marks, I know you're getting out So if you find the water of life I'll cup it in my hands and hold it to the light And when you leave I'll store it and I'll keep A portion for our friends They're stationed 'round the bend You'll probably encounter several cowboys on your way there Or hustlers in neon bars and hats Did I say where? I'm not sure but I've conjured many pictures Marathon or Idaho or Rome If you find the water of life I'll cup it in my hands and hold it to the light And when you leave I'll store it and I'll keep A portion for our friends They're stationed 'round the bend I'm sure you'll find the water of life And carry on for miles You won't need my advice And I'll tell all our friends that I don't mind I'll make up several stories, say I'm meeting you at some point That's what I'm best at, and nothing else, in fact