The campfire’s dying, the stars are so bright Nothing but the coyotes howling tonight My horse is sleeping, the saddle’s my head Thinking ‘bout the words that my darlin’ once said.
Loneliness is a wide-open plain Where the only thing falling is the soft desert rain I’m a thousand miles from a wooden door Don’t know if I’ll see her anymore.
The scent of the sagebrush and the cedar smoke The weight of this life is no easy joke I write her a letter in the dirt with a stick The nights are so long and the shadows are thick.
Will she wait for a man with no land to his name? Whose only inheritance is a flickering flame? The wind is the only one hearing my sighs Underneath the ceiling of the western skies.
Loneliness is a wide-open plain Where the only thing falling is the soft desert rain I’m a thousand miles from a wooden door Don’t know if I’ll see her anymore.
Sleep tight, prairie moon... wait for me.
