On my way out to the gold mines, crossing the western hills
Me and my little dog Clyde and a horse named Prancing Bill
I slept under the stars, I heard the coyotes sing
And the sun was a golden coin shining just for me
The sun shone just for me
But high up in the mountains, Bill began to foam
And as I whipped and tugged him, he bucked against his load
Around a hairpin turn, the wagon tumbled o'er
And down the jagged rocks, Bill fell with all I owned
He fell with all I owned
As the sun died out, coyotes began to howl
Little Clyde's head rose and answered with a growl
But when I bent to call him, he snapped at me and ran
And then I was alone in the silent rocks and sand
The silent rocks and sand
By my fifth day of walking, I was crawling on my knees
In handfuls of dust from between the dying weeds
I laid down in the dirt as the sun lost her glow
But I was welcomed in the dark by the song of a hundred toads
The song of a hundred toads
The song of a hundred toads
The song of a hundred toads
The song of a hundred toads
| 1 | Far From Any Road |
| 2 | Weightless Again |
| 3 | So Much Wine |
| 4 | My Friend |
| 5 | Passenger Pigeons |
| 6 | Forgotten Lake |
| 7 | Your Great Journey |
| 8 | My Beautiful Bride |
| 9 | Dry Bones |
| 10 | Darling, My Darling |