| When my world becomes too much for me |
| And I’ve had my fill of its schemes |
| I reach back into its history |
| And I recall my childhood dreams |
| With my love for how things used to be |
| And a once imagined friend |
| I will find a time that’s right for me |
| Try to find a better end by dreaming |
| I’ll ride away on my roan pony |
| Shoshone Indian guide by my side |
| We’ll chart the course of a new river |
| Give her a name then we’re gone |
| We’ve got to move on |
| Down from the hills |
| Across the plains to a golden shore |
| Down, down from the hills |
| To stand where no man has stood before |
| Then my world comes screaming back to me |
| And it’s more than I can take |
| I escape before it gets to me |
| I must bend before I break |
| So I run from what I’ve come to be |
| To a time before my own |
| 'Til my friend is standing next to me |
| And I know I’m not alone, I’m dreaming |
| I’ll ride away on my roan pony |
| Shoshone Indian guide by my side |
| We’ll chart the course of a new river |
| Give her a name then we’re gone |
| We’ve got to move on |
| Down from the hills |
| Across the plains to a golden shore |
| Down, down from the hills |
| To stand where no man has stood before |
| I’ll ride away on my roan pony |
| Shoshone Indian guide by my side |
| We’ll chart the course of a new river |
| Give her a name then we’re gone |
| We’ve got to move on |