Came out running, swinging hard Made myself welcome at the local bar And marched my way on down to Texas high My ears were ringing my own name Was something I was proud to say And fireworks would decorate the sky I've been to Santa Fe Where the skies are blue and open It was in my early days I was young and I was hoping For lesser things than I am now I feel the weight of time on my shoulders I'm getting older And every night when I'd lay down My heart would be beating to the distant sound Of those who sent their worries down the tracks People came and people went They wore their clothes to state their names They carry who they are upon their backs I've been to Santa Fe Where the skies are blue and open It was in my early days I was young and I was hoping For lesser things than I am now I feel the weight of time on my shoulders I'm getting older The world expands my focus shrinks I'm sitting on the bench that you built last week I will not let these hours pass me by The days are changing something new The color of my hair is too And I believe I'll ask you to be mine I've been to Santa Fe Where the skies are blue and open It was in my early days I was young and I was hoping For lesser things than I am now I feel the weight of time on my shoulders I'm getting older