A conyon girl beneath imaginary skies is beckoning

In a fictional world, I fear I got no business being in



But cover me, 'cause I'm going in

And I won't return back to the run of the mill again



A canyon girl from the end of the winding road is calling

From a faraway place, that's the furthest point from the one I'm living in



So wait for me, 'cause I'll be climbing in

And I won't return back to the run of the mill again



'Cause I've been waiting for you to wave me in

And I won't return to the wind and the cold and the snow again

To the darkest places I have been

Or back to the run of the mill again