Lyrics:

Off The Cuff
You seek a vision
To get your hardened hearts to beat
I cannot see in this light
I cannot think in this heat
Fingers on glass and a singing horn
The oldest peacock ever born

On the wind come back to me
Close so I can hear it
She is chosen she dances in the creek
He is love he is spirit

I was bitten and woke before the sun
The past keeps coming all hitched up together
Redoubled in a crude mind
One of their number
We bring our best machine
One to hang down from her waist
We bring our best machine
One to wash yourself clean

On the wind come back to me
Close so I can hear it
She is chosen she dances in the creek
He is love yes he is spirit

Our best machine
Out best machine
We bring our best machine