My cowboy boots and a coat of black leather
Walking down the street I'm feeling better
Seems like it's been so long ago
That I felt like I had somewhere to go
Out here where I've never been
Seen some people I've never seen

Got a map in my hand and a book on Mars
Reading 'bout people they say are the stars
There's a new horizon 'cross a yellow moon
Clouds throwing shadows 'cross a strange room
Stains on the cover of Rolling Stone
In a country where the nomads roam
Singing songs about Russians and trees
I've got a one-way ticket
And a case of antifreeze

My cowboy boots and a coat of brown leather
Walking down the street I'm feeling better
Seems like it's been so long ago
That I felt like I had somewhere to go
Stains on the cover of Rolling Stone
In a country where the nomads roam
They singing songs about Russians and trees
I've got a one-way ticket
And a case of antifreeze