And I'd rather be walking through the tall pine trees   High up above Lake Louise   And I'd rather be chasing after shooting stars   Than waiting for this dumb 503 TTC      I'd like to see the sun set behind Saddle Mountain   And listen to the wind whisper my name   Yeah this world and me don't fit   One of us is going to have to quit   Oh how I miss those western skies      And I'd rather be back in the Rocky Mountains   Than sitting in some bar on Queen Street   And I'd rather be walking through the high meadow   Than watching the latest war on my TV      So please don't you stand in my way   I just got to get out of this place   If I waste another day   I'm sure the sun will forget my name   Oh how I miss those western skies      Oh to see the sunset in her eyes   Oh to see the sunshine in her eyes      And I'd rather be lying by the bow river   Watching the clouds go by   Yea I'd rather be anywhere else than here tonight   Stuck in the city      But through the pain good things will come   After the rain the sun   But that don't mean much to me   Stuck in the city   Oh how I miss those western skies      Oh how I miss, oh how I miss   Oh how I miss those western skies   Oh how I miss, oh how I miss   Oh how I miss those western skies