Main Street is nothing but concrete
Laid down on a desert floor
Does it seem to stretch forever back and forth
What happened to the empty spaces
Open places that you had found
Let your light not be a gun to you
Don't let it weigh you down
Say goodnight to the valley
With it's twinkling porch lights
What makes pain so sacred
A temple you can never leave
How was the West won
A bullet in a gun
Buildings and concrete
Mountains and cross-streets
What happened to the empty spaces
Open places that you had found
Let your light not be a gun to you
Don't let it weigh you down