Skiin’

Sing it to the tune of the Grateful Dead’s Truckin’

Skiin’ — got my tix turned in
Keep Skiin’ — like the Bode man
Together — more or less in line
Just keep Skiin’ on

Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on Main Street
Brule, Aspen, Monarch it’s all on the same trail
Your typical ski run involved in a typical daydream
Hang it up and see what next season brings

Stratton — got a snow machine
Aspen — too close to Breckenridge
Park City — got the ways and means
but just won’t let you be

Most of the cats you meet on the greens speak of powder
Most of the time they’re sittin and cryin at home
One of these days they know they gotta get goin
out of the door and down to the corduroy all alone

Skiin’ — like the Bode man
once told me you got to plant your pole
sometime — the edges ain’t worth a dime
if you don’t lay em down

Sometimes the snow’s all falling on me
Other times I can barely skid
Lately it occurs to me
What a long strange rip it’s been

What in the world ever became of sweet Jane?
She lost her sparkle, you know she isn’t the same
Living on greens, blues, and its lame
all a friend can say is “ain’t it a shame”

Skiin’ — up to Buffalo
Been thinkin — you got to mellow slow
Takes time — you pick a place to go
and just keep Skiin’ on

Sitting and staring out of a ski lodge window
Got a tip they’re gonna kick the door in again
I’d like to get some sleep before I ski
but if you got a warrant I guess you’re gonna come in

Busted — over in Breckenridge
Set up — like a bowling pin
Knocked down — it gets to wearing thin
They just won’t let you ski

You’re sick of hanging around and you’d like to travel
Tired of travel, you want to settle down
I guess they can’t revoke your soul for trying
Get out of the door – light out and look all around

Sometimes the snow’s all falling on me
Other times I can barely skid
Lately it occurs to me
What a long strange rip it’s been

Skiin’ — I’m goin home
Whoa-oh baby, back where I belong
Back home – sit down and patch my bones
and get back Skiin’ on