Flying Cowboys - Sal Bernardi, Rickie Lee Jones, Pascal Nabert-Meyer
    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

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