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"Quick step to Texas in the driving wind |
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and it seems the man in the moon was crying too |
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As he left the Kansas wheat fields and made for Dallas |
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All in a dream |
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He'd been born twenty-odd years ago today |
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But he didn't believe he'd yet been alive |
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So he kept the night in Dallas and when he woke |
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He made a push for Santa Fe hey hey hey |
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And he might explain that |
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I ... I'm biding my time |
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I'll hitch my wagon up to another star |
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I'm taking my own sweet time |
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Who knows where I'll be a day from now |
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Texas one time had been a young man's dream |
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Rich oil ran in endless streams |
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But the dreams cashed in and made men go |
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And the rivers had done run dry |
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West of Amarillo, he had a vision |
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Of an Indian girl and a cabin in the snow |
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Perhaps Santa Fe will be kinder |
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Than Kansas ever was |
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But your dreams come clean over miles of road |
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And come to think of it |
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Tucson don't seem too much further to go |
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Cause I ... I'm biding my time |
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I'll hitch my wagon up to another star |
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I . . .I'm, I'm taking my own sweet time |
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Who knows where I'll be a day from now |
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I . . .I'm" |
