The real people went away
 But I'll find a better way, someday
 Leaving only me and my dreams
 My cattle and a resonator
 
 I drove all the beast down right under your nose
 Lumbering footloose power
 The bull and the rose
 Don't touch them don't try to hurt them
 My cattle
 
 I drove them by the crops and thought the crops were lost
 I consoled myself with rudimentary thoughts
 And I set my watch against the city clock
 It was way off
 
 Yet one thing about this wild, wild country
 It takes a strong, strong
 It breaks a strong, strong mind
 Yeah one thing about this wild, wild country
 It takes a strong, strong
 It breaks a strong, strong mind
 
 And anything less, anything less
 Makes me feel like I'm wasting my time
 
 But the pain and frustration, is not mine
 It belongs to the cattle, through the valley
 
 And when my cattle turns on me
 I was knocked back flat
 I was knocked out cold for one clack of the train track
 Then I rose a colossal hand buried, buried in sand
 I rose like a drover
 For I am in the end the drover
 A drover by trade
 When my cattle turns on me
 I am a drover, double fold
 
 My cattle bears it all the way for me and everyone
 One, one, one, one, one, one ...
 
 Yeah one thing about this wild, wild country
 It takes a strong, strong
 It breaks a strong, strong mind
 And anything less, anything less
 Makes me feel like I'm wasting my time