Flying cowboys

<br>Flying cowboys<br><br><br>Down there by the river is a man<br>Whose horn is twisted into shapes<br>Unknown to the wicked and the wise<br>And he bears the look of an animal<br>Who`s seen things no animal should ever see<br>He has been driven beyond all towns<br>And all the systems until now though it is<br>Long past too far he keeps going<br><br>Because it`s a desert<br>Because it`s a desert<br><br>We come to the river<br>We`ll walk away from all this now<br>We come to the water<br>We`ll walk away from all this now<br><br>She first saw him he was standing in the doorway<br>Illuminated from behind by a light<br>Though imaginary posses chased them<br>To these distant adobes<br>Standing on the cliffs today<br>I thought I saw you below<br>My shadow growing smaller<br><br>It`s a desert because<br>Because it`s a desert<br>They`ll be asking me about you forever<br>I guess<br><br>We come to the river<br>We`ll walk away from all this now<br>We come to the water<br>We`ll walk away from all this now<br><br>Long coats on the prairie<br>Lying in the dust<br>Who can I turn to ?<br>Who can I trust ?<br>Were you walking on the water ?<br>Playing in the sun ?<br>But the world is turning faster<br>Than it did when I was young<br><br>When I was young<br>When I was young<br><br>Oh, when I was young I was a wild, wild one