I grew up here,

all of my life;

I dreamed someday I'd go

where the blue eyed girls

had the red guitars

and the naked rivers flow



Now, I'm not all

I thought I'd be

I'd always stayed around.

I've been as far as Mercy and Grand

frozen to the ground.



I can't stay here

and I'm scared to leave,

so kiss me once and then

I'll go to hell,

I might as well

be whistlin' down the wind



The bus is at the corner

the clock on the wall

broken down windmill

ain't no wind at all



I yelled and I cursed

if I stay here I'll rust

And I'm stuck like a shipwreck

out here in the dust...



The sky is red

And the world is on fire,

and the corn is taller than me

And a dog is tied

to a wagon of rain

And the road is wet as the sea.



Sometimes the music from the dance

Will carry across the plains.

And the places that I'm dreamin' of

Do they dream only

of me?



There are places where

they never sleep,

and the circus never ends.



So I will take

The Mollimo Coach

And be whistlin' down the wind.



So I will take

The Mollimo Coach

And be whistlin' down the 

wind.