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'.