Van Dyke Parks
Cowboy
Cold gray buildings where a hill should be
Steel and concrete closing in on me
City faces haunt the places I roam alone

Cowboy, cowboy, can't run, can't hide
Too late to fight now, too tired to try

Wind, once blew free
Now scatters dust to the sky

Cowboy, cowboy, can't run, can't hide
Too late to fight now, too tired to try