I've grew up here all of my life
But I dreamed someday I'd go
Where blue-eyed girls and red guitars
And the naked rivers flow

I'm not all I thought that I'd be
I've always stayed around
I've been as far as Mercy and Grand
Frozen to the ground.
But I can't stay here and I'm scared to leave
So kiss me once and then
And I'll go to hell, I might as well
Be whistlin' down the wind

Bus is at the corner
The clock on the wall
The broken-down windmill
There ain't no wind at all
And I yelled and I cursed
"If I stay here I'll rust"
I'm stuck like a shipwreck out here in the dust

The sky is red
And the world is on fire
And the corn is taller than me
And the dog is tied
To a wagon of rain
And the road is wet as the sea
But sometimes the music from a dance
Will carry across the plains
And the places that I'm dreaming of
Do they dream only of me?
There are places where they never sleep
And the circus never ends

So I will take the Marley Bone Coach
And be whistling down the wind

So I will take the Marley Bone Coach
And be whistling down the wind

Copyright: JALMA MUSIC
Writer(s): Kathleen Brennan, Thomas Waits