The Old Homestead

Up and down the old homestead

The naked rider gallops through his head

And although the moon isn't full

He still feels the pull

Out on the floor where the cowboys dance

Approaching slowly at a glance

Here comes the shadow of his stance

The reins are falling from his hands

"Why do you ride that crazy horse?"

Inquires the shadow with little remorse

Just then, a priest comes down the stairs

With a sack of dreams and old nightmares

"Who are you?" the rider says

"You dress in black, but you talk like a fed"

Just then, the sound of hoofbeats was heard

And the sky was darkened by a prehistoric bird

Who flew between the unfulfilled moon

And the naked rider to a telephone booth

We'll call the moon and see what's up

I've got some change in this little tin cup

Just one call should do it all

I'll carve this number on the wall with my beak

Flying feathers were all around

And the air was filled with a ringing sound

Two more birds, the second and the third

Came down from the sky to deliver the word

"Where have you been?" they said to the first

"Get back to the clouds, we're dying of thirst

There's not enough time to make that call

Let's ditch this rider, shadow and all"

The sky was filled with the beautiful birds

Still on the ground, some crying was heard

With his dime in his hand and his hand on the dial

His ears were sweating as he forced a smile

Hoofbeats beating across the range

He rode through the night with his cup of change

Tired and beaten, he fell into slumber

But up in the sky, they still had his number

Up and down the old homestead

The naked rider gallops through his head

And although the moon isn't full

He still feels the pull

Still feels the pull

Still feels the pull

Still feels the pull

Still feels the pull