Cheap pack of indian smokes In the snow on the side of the road in Painted Post Ditched my tribe for a ride on the wild west express I just had to get out before I get older and wonder Did I leave my best times behind? Did I ditch the risk for the comfort? Of home, Of home, Of home It's the love that you will always know Buy a cheap fan at the drug store behind the precinct On a hot night in the city dream of dragon flies in the cool country side And at night the sky, the sky, the stars are bright, your eyes, my poor sight And now we see the light Of home It's the love that you will always know