We're talking about acoustic poetry here.

 
They were Chiding behind hay bales,
They were Fplanting in the Cfull moon
They had C\Bgiven all they Am7had for something FnewG

But the light of day was on them,
They could see the thrashers coming
And the water shone like diamonds in the dew.

FAnd I was just Ggetting up,
To Chit the road before it's Flight
Trying to catch an Ghour on the sunCCmaj7C
FWhen I saw those thrashers Grolling by,
Looking Cmore than C\Btwo lanes Am7wide
I was Dm7feelin' like my day had just Gbegun.

Where the eagle glides ascending
There's an ancient river bending
Down the timeless gorge of changes
Where sleeplessness awaits
I searched out my companions,
Who were lost in crystal canyons
When the aimless blade of science
Slashed the pearly gates.

It was then I knew I'd had enough,
Burned my credit card for fuel
Headed out to where the pavement turns to sand
With a one-way ticket to the land of truth
And my suitcase in my hand
How I lost my friends I still don't understand.
They had the best selection,
They were poisoned with protection
There was nothing that they needed,
Nothing left to find
They were lost in rock formations
Or became park bench mutations
On the sidewalks and in the stations
They were waiting, waiting.

So I got bored and left them there,
They were just deadweight to me
Better down the road without that load
Brings back the time when I was eight or nine
I was watchin' my mama's T.V.,
It was that great Grand Canyon rescue episode.

Where the vulture glides descending
On an asphalt highway bending
Thru libraries and museums, galaxies and stars
Down the windy halls of friendship
To the rose clipped by the bullwhip
The motel of lost companions
Waits with heated pool and bar.

But me I'm not stopping there,
Got my own row left to hoe
Just another line in the field of time
When the thrashers comes, I'll be stuck in the sun
Like the dinosaurs in shrines
But I'll know the time has come
To give what's mine.