Days roll past my line of sight Seasons change like stoplights When the evening slows How good is the night? Poplars, oaks, sugar pines Idling in the countryside Ashes fall like snow From cigarette skies Lights out, curtains drawn I see the big one coming on Mama, I'm moving like a wave But I have yet to reach my crest Into the wild blue, your open arms The holy golden west Something said for what's left behind The unraveled rope of the ties that bind With unfinished business on your mind Like a mirage in the mist With weary wonder, meandering since I drew the fool before we kissed Lights out, curtains drawn I see the big one coming on Mama, I'm moving like a wave But I have yet to reach my crest Into the wild blue, your open arms The holy golden west In a dream, south I ride Beside the red river, when I arrive She'd hear my spurs and run outside Mama, I'm moving like a wave But I have yet to reach my crest Into the wild blue, your open arms The holy golden I'm moving like a wave But I have yet to reach my crest Into the wild blue, your open arms The holy golden west Your open arms the holy golden west Your open arms the holy golden west Your open arms the holy golden Your open arms