Strange Room

My cowboy boots and a coat of black leather
 Walking down the street I'm feeling better
 Seems like it's been so long ago
 That I felt like I had somewhere to go
 Out here where I've never been
 Seen some people I've never seen
 Got a map in my hand and a book on Mars
 Reading about people they say are the stars
 There's a new horizon, across a yellow moon
 Clouds throwing shadows, across a strange room
 Sting's on the cover of Rolling Stone
 In a country where the nomads roam
 Singing songs about Russians and trees
 I got a one-way ticket, and a case of antifreeze
 My cowboy boots and a coat of brown leather
 Walking down the street I'm feeling better
 Seems like it's been so long ago
 That I felt like I had somewhere to go
 Sting's on the cover of Rolling Stone
 In a country where the nomads roam
 Singing songs about Russians and trees
 I got a one-way ticket, and a case of antifreeze