Flying Cowboys - Rickie Lee Jones

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

My shadow growing smaller

It’s a desert because

Because it’s a desert

They’ll be 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

Than it did when I was young

When I was young

When I was young

Oh, when I was young I was a wild, wild one