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From thirty thousand feet above |
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The desert floor, I see it there below |
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A city with a legend |
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The west Texas city of El Paso |
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Where long ago, I heard a song |
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About a Texas cowboy and a girl |
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And a little place called Rosa's |
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Where he used to go and watch this beauty whirl |
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I don't recall who sang the song |
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But I recall the story that I heard |
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And as I look down on the city |
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I remember each and every word |
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The singer sang about a jealous cowboy |
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And the way he used a gun |
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To kill another cowboy |
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Then he had to leave El Paso on the run |
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El Paso City by the Rio Grande |
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The cowboy lived and rode away |
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But love was strong, he couldn't stay |
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He rode back just to die in that El Paso sand |
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El Paso City by the Rio Grande |
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I try not to let you cross my mind |
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But still I find there's such a mystery |
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In the song that I don't understand |
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My mind is down there somewhere |
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As I fly above the badlands of New Mexico |
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I can't explain why I should know |
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The very trail he rode back to El Paso |
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Can it be that man can disappear |
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From life and live another time |
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And does the mystery deepen 'cause you think |
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That you yourself lived in that other time |
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Somewhere in my deepest thoughts |
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Familiar scenes and memories unfold |
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These wild and unexplained emotions |
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That I've had so long but I have never told |
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Like every time I fly up through the heavens |
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And I see you there below |
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I get the feeling sometime |
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In another world I lived in El Paso |
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El Paso City by the Rio Grande |
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Could it be that I could be |
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The cowboy in this mystery |
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That died there in that desert sand so long ago |
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El Paso City by the Rio Grande |
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A voice tells me to go and see |
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Another voice keeps tellin' me |
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Maybe death awaits me in El Paso |
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El Paso City |
