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 ? 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