Western Skies.kar

And I'd rather be
Chasing after shooting stars

Than waiting for this dumb 503 TTC

I'd like to see
The sun set behind saddle mountain
And listen to the wind whisper my name

Yea! 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
Belying by the bow river
Just watching the clouds go by

Yea! 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

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, how I miss
Oh, how I miss
Oh, how I miss those western skies
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, how I miss
Oh, how I miss
Oh, how I miss those western skies