Say the west is a story we made up to erase
Conestoga wagons left tracks you can see from space
From the Northwest Pa**age to the Great Divide
Ooh, everybody's looking for the other side
I'm still waiting for the whiskey to whisk me away
And I'm still waiting for the ashtray to lead me astray
I twist the cul-de-sacs into one way signs
I ain't going 'round in circles on the other side
So at night I sit and watch for stars to stay
They wink and then they're gone down the Milky Way
But when you're left in the middle of the Midwest sky
Everywhere you look is the other side