Back in those days
Lazy Sunday days
Dream of a time
In black and white
Tick tock we ride
Under the western skies
Moon on our backs
And fire in our eyes.

Weightless I lie
Tonight we fly
Through falling snow and white rainbows
The purest light.

Ride away with me
To the dusty plains
We'll be heroes again
Hold onto me
Wild horses fly
Ghost riders in the sky.