My Time

"Quick step to Texas in the driving wind
 and it seems the man in the moon was crying too
 As he left the Kansas wheat fields and made for Dallas
 All in a dream
 He'd been born twenty-odd years ago today
 But he didn't believe he'd yet been alive
 So he kept the night in Dallas and when he woke
 He made a push for Santa Fe hey hey hey
 And he might explain that
 I ... I'm biding my time
 I'll hitch my wagon up to another star
 I'm taking my own sweet time
 Who knows where I'll be a day from now
 Texas one time had been a young man's dream
 Rich oil ran in endless streams
 But the dreams cashed in and made men go
 And the rivers had done run dry
 West of Amarillo, he had a vision
 Of an Indian girl and a cabin in the snow
 Perhaps Santa Fe will be kinder
 Than Kansas ever was
 But your dreams come clean over miles of road
 And come to think of it
 Tucson don't seem too much further to go
 Cause I ... I'm biding my time
 I'll hitch my wagon up to another star
 I . . .I'm, I'm taking my own sweet time
 Who knows where I'll be a day from now
 I . . .I'm"