Wind in the trees A big blue moon And the road The road is winding Away from here Through parts unknown And the music The music on the radio Storm's in the air I'm burning my bridges Old towns Are new towns Saturday night I just got in I'm looking For someone to dance with Ah but the music is kind of old And the boys are kinda young They're trying They're trying to walk like Clint Eastwood At the old men's cafe We're drinking whisky And the drunken, the drunken teenage band Is not drinking What a surprise You can't get a decent cup of coffee Here, but churches and bars, churches and bars Saturday night I just got in I'm looking I'm looking for someone to dance with But the music is kind of old And the boys, the boys are much too young They're trying They're trying to walk like Clint Eastwood