Blue Rodeo - Western Skies lyrics
[Blue Rodeo - Western Skies lyrics]
Well I'd rather be
Walking through the tall pine trees
High up above Lake Louise and I'd rather be
Chasing after shooting stars
Than waiting for this dumb 503 TTC
I'd like to see
The sunset behind Saddle Mountain
And listen to the wind whisper my name
Yeah, this world and me don't fit
One of us is going to have to quit
Oh, how I miss those western skies
And I'd rather be
Back in the Rocky Mountains
Than sitting in some bar on Queen Street
And I'd rather be
Walking through the high meadow
Than watching the latest war on my TV
So please, don't you stand in my way
I just got to get out of this place
If I waste another day
I'm sure the sun will forget my name
Oh, how I miss those western skies
Oh, to see the sunset in her eyes
Oh, to see the sunshine in her eyes
And I'd rather be lying by the Bow River
Just watching the clouds go by
Yeah, I'd rather be
Anywhere else than here tonight
Than stuck in the city
But through the pain good things will come
After the rain the sun
But that don't mean much to me
Stuck in the city
Oh, how I miss those western skies
Walking through the tall pine trees
High up above Lake Louise and I'd rather be
Chasing after shooting stars
Than waiting for this dumb 503 TTC
I'd like to see
The sunset behind Saddle Mountain
And listen to the wind whisper my name
Yeah, this world and me don't fit
One of us is going to have to quit
Oh, how I miss those western skies
And I'd rather be
Back in the Rocky Mountains
Than sitting in some bar on Queen Street
And I'd rather be
Walking through the high meadow
Than watching the latest war on my TV
So please, don't you stand in my way
I just got to get out of this place
If I waste another day
I'm sure the sun will forget my name
Oh, how I miss those western skies
Oh, to see the sunset in her eyes
Oh, to see the sunshine in her eyes
And I'd rather be lying by the Bow River
Just watching the clouds go by
Yeah, I'd rather be
Anywhere else than here tonight
Than stuck in the city
But through the pain good things will come
After the rain the sun
But that don't mean much to me
Stuck in the city
Oh, how I miss those western skies