Say the west is a story we made up to erase
Conestoga wagons left tracks you can see from space
From the Northwest passage to the Great Divide

Everybody's looking for the other side

I'm still waiting for the whiskey to whisk me away

And I'm still waiting for the ashra to lead me astray
I twist the culdesacs into one way signs
I ain't going round in circles on the other side


So at night I sit and watch for stars to stay
They wink and then they're gone down the Milky Way

But when You're left in the middle of the Midwest sky
Everywhere you look is the Other Side