Up and down the old homestead. The naked rider gallops through his head. And although the moon isn't full. He still feels the pull.. Out on the floor where the cowboys dance. Approaching slowly at a glance. Here comes the shadow of his stance. The reins are fallin' from his hands.. Why do you ride that crazy horse?. Inquires the shadow with little remorse. Just then a priest comes down the stairs. With a sack of dreams and old nightmares.. Who are you the rider says. You dress in black but you talk like a Fed. You spout ideas from books that you read. Don't you care about this guy's head?. Just then the sound of hoofbeats was heard. And the sky was darkened by a prehistoric bird. Who flew between the unfulfilled moon. And the naked rider to a telephone booth.. We'll call the moon and see what's up. I've got some change in this little tin cup. We'll say that the shadow is growin' dim. And we need some light to get back to him. Just one call should do it all. I'll carve this number on the wall. With my beak.. Flying feathers were all around. The air was filled with a ringing sound.. Two more birds the second and the third. Came down from the sky to deliver the word.. Where have you been they said to the first. Get back to the clouds we're dying of thirst. There's not enough time to make that call. Let's ditch this rider shadow and all.. The sky was filled with the beautiful birds. Still on the ground some crying was heard. With his dime in his hand and his hand on the dial. His ears were sweating as he forced a smile.. Hoofbeats beating across the range. He rode through the night with his cup of change. Tired and beaten he fell into slumber. But up in the sky they still had his number.. Up and down the old homestead. The naked rider gallops through his head. And although the moon isn't full. He still feels the pull. Still feels the pull.. .