Say the west is a story we made up to erase. Conestoga wagons left tracks you can see from space. From the Northwest passage to the Great Divide. Everybody's looking for the other side.
I thought I heard you pulling up outside. It's just the wind whisperin' through the pines. I haven't seen who I'm looking for. Just empty shadows in my open door.
Honey how you gonna make it on your own?. Honey how you gonna make it on your own?. When you wake up in the night. And see the stars just city lights.