I guess we knew the cards were stackednstarted out the best of friendsnand we beat that highway 'till it quit beating backnit didn't mean much in the end some you win, some you losensome you throw awaynwe headed South across those Colorado plainsnjust as empty as the daywe looked around at all we sawnremembered all we'd hoped to seenlooking out through the bugs on the windshieldnsomebody said to menn(chorus)nno more buffalonblue skies or open roadnno more rodeonno more noisentake this Cadillacnpark it out in backnmama's callingnput away the toysnndon't chase that carrotn'till it makes you sicknwhat do you think you're gonna provenjust let it dangle n'till it falls off that sticknthat's when you make your movenndon't go chasing after shooting starsntrying to make yourself a namenyou could joust at the windmillsnwith that old Fender guitarnyou'd probably do about the samenn(chorus)nnI never thought they'd ever doubt my wordsnI guess they were just too tired to carenI'd point to the horizonnto the dust of the herdsnstill hovering in the airnsomebody said it aint any suchnman you wish so hard you're scaring menand those are combines kicking up that dustnbut I guess you can see what you want to seenyou can keep on chasing what used to be therentop that rise and face the painnnbut man they were herenthey were here I swearnnot just these bleaching bonesnstretching across the plainnn(chorus)