Say the west is a story we made up to erase
Conestoga wagons left tracks you can see from space
From the Northwest passage to the Great Divide
Everybody´s looking for the other side

I´m still waiting for the whiskey to whisk me away
And I´m still waiting for the ashtray to lead me astray
I twist the cul-de-sacs into one way signs
I ain´t going round in circles on the other side

So at night I sit and watch for stars to stay
They wink and then they´re gone down the Milky Way
But when You´re left in the middle of the Midwest sky
Everywhere you look is the Other Side