Strange Room

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 about people they say are the stars There's a new horizon, across a yellow moon Clouds throwing shadows, across a strange room Sting's on the cover of Rolling Stone In a country where the nomads roam Singing songs about Russians and trees I 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 Sting's on the cover of Rolling Stone In a country where the nomads roam Singing songs about Russians and trees I got a one-way ticket, and a case of antifreeze