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"