Peruvian Valium

I might suggest virtue.
You might suggest restraint.
But we're better off inside of no certain plans that we've made.

The world keeps a' callin.
And she'll answer with no solid doubts.
Where you find your boredom, you'll find she's nowhere around.

Blue bicycles, dark neighborhoods, paths that lead downtown.
I'd venture to guess she's better than most that I've found.

The radio spouts a tale.
'Bout some drifter without a leash.
I'm inclined to wonder if they're talking about me.

The midnight's bathed in ink.
The horizon's bathed in gold.
The South is always hot, the South has always been old.

Mere goodness, wholly received, at ease like you wouldn't believe.
I hear songs from the heavens at night and they sing me to sleep.

Self-assured enlightenment,
Is common practice where we're from.
But when you peek underneath, you'll notice it all comes undone.

So call it a narrow escape,
Call out words from far away.
For strangers and outlaws, painted women and transient change.

The lines on the map have captured her, and for what it's worth.
I never said much, but I'll be damned if I waste my words.

So, keep me in mind, and I'll keep you in mine.