…Early wake-ups in a moving home Scent of fresh-mown grass in the morning sun Open theme park gates waiting for Riding the day, every day into sunset Finding the way back home Once upon a night we'll wake to the carnival of…

…An old cowpoke went riding out one dark and windy day Along the ridge he rested as he went along his way When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw A-plowing through the ragged brush and up the cloudy draw…

…I know I keep rolling straight and true till I find my way back to you but until that day ill be on my own like a rolling bone ridding railroad cars from one town to the next walking boulevards till I'm cold and wet…