I ride along the fences inspecting them for breaks each day. Heaven forbide anyone should find away out and end up getting injured someday. I've a real desperate feeling to make sure everyone is safe. My wife don't love me no more cause I ended up in Mexico for a year mending fences there. It was a long and winding fence that took me further and further from my home. I should've never started looking after fences, and the occassional strays that broke a neck getting free. Prisons are filled with strangers asking for a new rolling stone and a cheeseburger. The fences are high with barbed wire ringing the top. But I feel like meat on the street. I take my orders from fools on the trail, meanwhile some kid blows my head off in the street. I've got real bad asthma, and ride the trail everyday with my bike. I haven't worked in 12 years. All anyone remembers me for is talking back on the baby monitor.