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