Flying Cowboys

Down there by the river is a man whose horn is twisted into shapes
Unknown to the wicked and the wise
And he bears the look of an animal
Who's seen things no animal should ever see

He has been driven beyond all towns
And all the systems until now, though it is long past too far
He keeps going

Because it's a desert
Because it's a desert

We come to the river
We'll walk away from all this now
We come to the water
We'll walk away from all this now

She first saw him, he was standing in the doorway
Illuminated from behind by a light
Though imaginary posses chased them to these distant adobes
Standing on the cliffs today
I thought I saw you below walking by the river
My shadow growing smaller

It's a desert because
Because it's a desert
Now we're asking me about you forever, I guess

We come to the river
We'll walk away from all this now
We come to the water
We'll walk away from all this now

Long coats on the prairie
Lying in the dust
Who can I turn to?
Who can I trust?

Were you walking on the water?
Playing in the sun
But the world is turning faster, yeah
Than it did when I was young

When I was young, oh-oh
When I was young
But then, I was young, I was a wild, wild one

When I was young