Dreaming again

There’s no cowboys on Watling Street

In the greasy spoon cafes where the truckers stop to eat

There aint no space for horses, aint no space for natures forces

You can’t see stars for street lights, and you can’t see day for night

And you’re dreaming again

That you’re riding the range

And your horse your only friend

You’re dreaming again,

you’re dreaming again

Every Saturday when you were young

You saw the good guy in the cinema take those bad guys on

And those wide open spaces, skies the size to fill your eyes

And all you ever wanted was a Stetson

And you’re dreaming again

That you’re riding the range

With your horse your only friend

You’re dreaming again

you’re dreaming again

You’re changing down for a junction up ahead

Looking out for indians jumping the lights on red

Then foot to the floor, you make that dirty diesel roar

Aint no change ‘till Fort Dunlop, aint no cavalry in this war

And you’re dreaming again

That you’re riding the range

With your horse your only friend

You’re dreaming again

What control have we of life

Born out of place and out of time

The coyote at the moon it howls, and knows not why and knows not how

To change the nature of the beast, and sit in solitude at peace.

And you’re dreaming again

That you’re riding the range

With your horse your only friend

You’re dreaming again

And you’re dreaming again

That you’re riding the range

With your horse your only friend

You’re dreaming again

And you’re dreaming again

That you’re riding the range

With your horse your only friend

You’re dreaming again

You’re dreaming again