Summer dreams blow like leaves through these city streets With the autumn they are gone Busy people shuffling don't know where they're going They just go till they hit a wall Not me no no not me I want to go where the air is clean For awhile let the stream carry my pain Waste away the days until it's time to ride away Into the cold desert sunset and the warm mountain rain
Going to throw my damned old Phone off the downtown bridge Leave my briefcase on the train Going to walk a mile right up this island And go away before I go insane You don't know but there's a lonesome cowboy Underneath these cold city clothes I have the mind to leave it all behind And go where a high-rise won't grow I wanna go
I want to go where the air is clean For awhile let the stream carry my pain Waste away the days until it's time to ride away Into the cold desert sunset and the warm mountain rain Summer dreams blow like leaves through these city streets With the autumn they are gone Busy people shuffling don't know where they're going They just go till they hit a wall
Compositor: Waylon Albright Jennings (Shooter Jennings) ECAD: Obra #15433864