Chasin' to the bottom. 'Til I've finally caught 'em. Dreams fall deep. Where voices come a-chimin'. Moanin' and a-rhymin'. Warnin' me their words are.
The sun was red, and the fires were roarin'. Stars aligned and the webs were spun. I coulda sworn I heard my spirit soarin'. Guess I'm always chasin' the sun.
There's a rugged road on the prairie. Stretchin' all across the last frontier. There a stranger strives solitary. Blessed is the lonesome pioneer. . Roll on, roll on, roll on, night birds are flyin'.
I have seen the phantom cowboy ride. His trail of dust is in my dreams. With an eagle on his shoulder through the clouds he glides. And sprints across the spatial streams.