Şarkı sözleri : Erasure. Cowboy. Treasure.

I'm coming in, got the wood stove on
At the end of a treasured day
Take off my hat and shoes
And I lay me down

Lives been lost and fortunes won
A test of the will to survive
See where the shadow falls
And you stake your claim

I dream of trees and roads
I roam across the hills
The sky is big, the deepest blue
The clouds like smoky trains

News coming in, goes nation wide
Not a grain of truth to be heard
Lie to an ancient tribe
In their mother tongue

Wreaking havoc and wrecking lives
Like a ball and chain to the skull
Rise, see eagle fly
Spirit can't be broken

I dream of trees and roads
I roam across the hills
The sky is big, the deepest blue
The clouds like smoky trains

I dream of trees and roads
I roam across the hills
The sky is big, the deepest blue
The clouds like smoky trains

I dream of trees and roads
And I'd run across the planes
The sky is big, the deepest blue
And the clouds like smoky trains

I dream of trees and roads
And I roam across the hills