My cowboy boots and a coat of black leather
Walking down the street I'm feeling better
Seems like it’s been so long ago
That I felt like I had somewhere to go
Out here where I've never been
Seen some people I've never seen

Got a map in my hand and a book on Mars
Reading about people they say are the stars
There’s a new horizon, across a yellow moon
Clouds throwing shadows, across a strange room
Sting's on the cover of Rolling Stone
In a country where the nomads roam
Singing songs about Russians and trees
I got a one-way tickеt, and a case of antifreeze

My cowboy boots and a coat of brown leathеr
Walking down the street I'm feeling better
Seems like it's been so long ago
That I felt like I had somewhere to go
Sting's on the cover of Rolling Stone
In a country where the nomads roam
Singing songs about Russians and trees
I got a one-way ticket, and a case of antifreeze