Other Side

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

Ooh, 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 ashtray to lead me astray

I twist the cul-de-sacs 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