My Time

"Quick step to Texas in the driving wind And it seems the man in the moon was crying too As he left the Kansas wheat fields and made for Dallas All in a dream He'd been born twenty-odd years ago today But he didn't believe he'd yet been alive So he kept the night in Dallas and when he woke He made a push for Santa Fe hey hey hey And he might explain that I ... I'm biding my time I'll hitch my wagon up to another star I'm taking my own sweet time Who knows where I'll be a day from now Texas one time had been a young man's dream Rich oil ran in endless streams But the dreams cashed in and made men go And the rivers had done run dry West of Amarillo, he had a vision Of an Indian girl and a cabin in the snow Perhaps Santa Fe will be kinder Than Kansas ever was But your dreams come clean over miles of road And come to think of it Tucson don't seem too much further to go Cause I ... I'm biding my time I'll hitch my wagon up to another star I . . .I'm, I'm taking my own sweet time Who knows where I'll be a day from now I . . .I'm"