I'D Die

Pitting me against the open road
Trash bags full of unused clothes
Round here almost anything goes
Now strike for me your mendicant's pose

Blazing heat when we saddled and rode
Travel light and abide by no code
There's time, maybe we can get by
Red sun, watch the cardinal fly

Down here where the pestilence roams
In rampant mansions and emptied out homes
You're sure to sight a familiar face
Killed flowers in an ornate vase

I'd die, I'd die
For you and I