The old homestead
Up and down the old homesteadThe naked rider gallopsthrough his headAnd although the moon isn't fullHe still feels the pull.
Out on the floorwhere the cowboys danceApproaching slowly at a glanceHere comes the shadow of his stanceThe reins are fallin'from his hands.
Why do you ride that crazy horse?Inquires the shadowwith little remorseJust then a priestcomes down the stairsWith a sack of dreamsand old nightmares.
Who are you, the rider saysYou dress in blackbut you talk like a FedYou spout ideasfrom books that you readDon't you care aboutthis guy's head?
Just then the soundof hoofbeats was heardAnd the sky was darkenedby a prehistoric birdWho flew betweenthe unfulfilled moonAnd the naked rider,to a telephone booth.
We'll call the moonand see what's upI've got some changein this little tin cupWe'll say thatthe shadow is growin' dimAnd we need some lightto get back to himJust one call should do it allI'll carve this number on the wallWith my beak.
Flying feathers were all aroundThe air was filledwith a ringing sound.Two more birds,the second and the thirdCame down from the skyto deliver the word.
Where have you been,they said to the firstGet back to the clouds,we're dying of thirstThere's not enough timeto make that callLet's ditch this rider,shadow and all.
The sky was filledwith the beautiful birdsStill on the groundsome crying was heardWith his dime in his handand his hand on the dialHis ears were sweatingas he forced a smile.
Hoofbeats beating across the rangeHe rode through the nightwith his cup of changeTired and beatenhe fell into slumberBut up in the skythey still had his number.
Up and down the old homesteadThe naked rider gallopsthrough his headAnd although the moon isn't fullHe still feels the pull,Still feels the pull.