Flying Cowboys

Down there by the river is a man whose horn is twisted into shapes
Unknown to the wicked and the wise
And he bears the look of an animal who has seen things
No animal should ever see
He has been driven beyond all towns and all systems until now
And though it is long past too far he keeps going
Because it's a desert
Because it's a desert.

Come to the river, we'll walk away from all this now
Come to the water, we'll walk away from all this now.

She first saw him standing in a doorway
Illuminated from behind by a light
Though imaginary posses have chased them to this distant adobe
Standing on the cliffs today I thought I saw you below
Walking by the river...my shadow growing smaller
It's a desert because it's a desert
They'll be asking me about you forever, I guess.

Come to the river, we'll walk away from all this now
Come to the water, we'll walk away from all this now.

Long coats on the prairie lying in the dust
Who can I turn to? Who can I trust?
Were you walking on the water? Playing in the sun?
But the world is turning faster than it did when I was young
When I was young, oh, when I was young
'When I was young, oh, I was a wild, wild one.