Flying Cowboys

Down there by the river is a man

Who's horn is twisted into shapes

Unknown to the wicked and the wise

He bears the look of an animal

Who's seen things no animal should ever see

He has been driven beyond all towns

And all systems

Until now, though it's long-past too far

Keeps going

Because it's a desert

Because it's a desert

We come to the river

We'll walk away from all this now

We come to the water

We'll walk away from all this now

She first saw him, he was standing in the doorway

Illuminated from behind by a light

Though imaginary posses chased them to the distant adobes

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

We come to the river

We'll walk away from all this now

We 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, yeah

Than it did when I was young

When I was young, oh-oh

When I was young

When I was young, when I was a wild, wild one

When I was young