Far Away

There’s a chill rising in the air
Out here
The breeze has knotted up my hair
The fields are turning gold
I’m up against the cold

I lean toward the warmth of Chico-le
Out here
My quarterhorse paint, he knows the way
Wind’s tangled up his mane
We’ll lope before it rains

And Chico, he doesn’t mind
a bit of human frailty
The wind out here catches my breath
and speaks music to me

Far away, take me far away
Let me breathe horse sweat and dust
Where I ride to loosen places
long since turned to rust
Take me far away, far away

There’s a chill rising between
You and me
We say things we don’t really mean
Torrential as the rain
I find I can’t explain

So I lean toward the warmth of Chico-le
Him and me
There are things that I don’t need to say
Every secret that he’s heard
has never needed words

And Chico, he doesn’t mind
a bit of human frailty
The wind out here catches my breath
and whispers things to me

Far away, take me far away
Let me breathe horse sweat and dust
Where I ride to loosen places
long since turned to rust
Take me far away, far away

Far away, take me far away
Through nasturtiums and the sage
To mend the broken places
from a battle waged

Take me far away
Take me far away, far away
Let me breathe horse sweat and dust
Where I ride to loosen places
long since turned to rust
Take me far away
Far away