Cold gray buildings where a hill should be.
Steel and concrete closing in on me.
City faces haunt the places i roam alone.
Cowboy, cowboy, can't run, can't hide, too late.
To fight now, to die to try.

Winds that once blew free now scatter dust to the sky
Cowboy, cowboy, can't run, can't hide, too late.
To fight now, to die to try.

Want some whiskey in your water?
Sugar in your tea?
What's all these crazy questions they're askin' me?
This is the craziest party that could ever be
Don't turn on the lights 'cause I don't wanna see
Mama told me not to come
Mama told me not to come
"That ain't the way to have fun, no"

Open up the window, let some air into this room

Carry me away
I know your angel eyes can see through me
Carry me away
Far from the love you give so generously
So generously
Woman, woman
I got a burning heart
I need to call
And tell you that's its you that I love
I've got a burning heart
I need to tell you that's its you that I love
I've got a burning heart
I need to tell you that I'll never get enough, yeah

Air pollution, revolution, you know I've had my fill.
Advertisin', computerizin', don't understand it and I never will.
Got to get back to some good time livin'
Got to get out where the air is sweet.
Got to, got to get back livin'
Work with our hands, live off the land,
Feel good clean earth under your feet.

Isolation, segregation, government controls
Call it a cop out gotta drop out.

When you go up on the mountain top
And you look out across the sea
And you know there's another place perhaps
A young man can be
And you jump down to the rooftop
And you look out across the town
And you know there's a lot of strange things
Circulatin' round
But it ain't easy,
It ain't easy, it ain't easy
To go ahead when your going' down

Well, the people have their problems

It's a little bit funny this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
I don't have much money but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live
If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show
I know it's not much but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one's for you

Whenever I need to leave it all behind
Or feel the need to get away-ay-ay
I find a quiet place, far from the human race
Out in the country
Before the breathin' air is gone
Before the sun is just a bright spot in the night-time
Out where the rivers like to run
I stand alone and take back somethin' worth rememberin'

Whenever I feel them closing in on me
Or need a bit of room to move

Rock and roll widow, lover by trade
Lives to tell who's been made into love
Living her life, reds, beds, most every night
Widow carry on 'til the band is gone
Widow carry on 'til the band is gone
She wants no man give her his hand
She'd rather go out, rather go out, rather go out
With the boys in the band
Widow carry on till the band is gone
Widow carry on till the band is gone