From the hills of Kaycee, Wyoming,. Where life's wooly and wild. Came a Air Force brat, in a cowboy hat. And that Copenhagen smile. . And from buckin' broncs to honky tonks.
back when the pictures were silent. back when the music was new. back when remember was just reminding. . i played the piano till evening. and when the light grew too dim.
Why do you keep looking out the window?. Is there something left behind or never found?. Mmm do I even want to know?. How, if you knew what I was thinking.