written, arranged, produced by Miriam Allen
Miriam Allen - acoustic & electric guitars, percussion, vocals
Four walls, made of clay and if the rain comes through the roof, wash my floor away. The Garden of Eden in a mason jar, the forbidden fruit growing in my back yard.
(chorus) And I don't want to go back to Loja today. Don't remind me of your civilized ways. I don't want to go back to Loja today. Those God awful noises scare me away.
And I hang my laundry from the trees & watch the clothes fly off the mountain with the breeze. And high up on my perch I sing like an old wise bird.
And I give my horse free reign to tear up a mountain in a red dust stain. The day is done and I'm off my feet, but I can still hear his rhythm rock me to sleep. Rock me to sleep . . .