Flying Cowboys

Down there by the river is a man
Whose born 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?