The real people went away
But Ill find a better way, someday
Leaving only me and my dreams
My cattle
And a resonator
I drove all the beasts down right under your nose
The lumbering footloose power
The bull and the rose
Dont touch them
Dont try to hurt them
My cattle
I drove them by the crops and thought the crops were lost
I consoled myself with rudimentary thoughts
And I set my watch against the city clock
It was way off
Yeah, one thing about this wild, wild country
It takes a strong, strong
It breaks a strong, strong mind
Yeah, one thing about this wild, wild country
It takes a strong, strong
It breaks a strong, strong mind
And anything less, anything less
Makes me feel like Im wasting my time
But the pain and frustration is not mine
It belongs to the cattle
Through the valley
And when my cattle turns on me
I was knocked back flat
I was knocked out cold for one clack of the train track
Then I rose a colossal hand buried, buried in sand
I rose like a drover
For I am, in the end a drover
A drover by trade
And when my cattle turns on me
I am a drover double fold
My cattle bears it all away for me and everyone
Yeah, one thing about this wild, wild country
It takes a strong, strong
It breaks a strong, strong mind
And anything less, anything less
Makes me feel like Im wasting my time