The Empty Sky
I was out walking
Walking in the city one day
I heard the wind calling
Calling my name
Under the hot August sun
I went wandering west
With my boots and my gun
and a guitar across my chest
Come a ti yi yippee yi yay!
Come a ti yi yippee yi yay!
Come a ti yi yippee yi yay!
Under the empty sky I ride
Under the empty sky I fly
My destiny is on the other side
The other side of the empty sky
They say the streets are paved with silver
I hear there’s gold in the hills
And you can walk away with a sack full of cash
If you’ve got the guts and skills
Beneath the blue August moon
I lay me down to rest
Amidst the bleached bones and the desert dust
I dream of what comes next
Come a ti yi yippee yi yay!
Come a ti yi yippee yi yay!
Come a ti yi yippee yi yay!
Under the empty sky I ride
Under the empty sky I fly
My destiny is on the other side
The other side of the empty sky
“A portrait of the artist as a young man”, reaching the Age of Consent. Another Green World, but as a desert.