Up and down the old homestead   The naked rider gallops through his head   And although the moon isn't full   He still feels the pull.      Out on the floor where the cowboys dance   Approaching slowly at a glance   Here comes the shadow of his stance   The reins are fallin' from his hands.      Why do you ride that crazy horse?    Inquires the shadow with little remorse   Just then a priest comes down the stairs   With a sack of dreams and old nightmares.      Who are you, the rider says   You dress in black but you talk like a fed   You spout ideas from books that you read   Don't you care about this guy's head?       Just then the sound of hoofbeats was heard   And the sky was darkened by a prehistoric bird   Who flew between the unfulfilled moon   And the naked rider, to a telephone booth.      We'll call the moon and see what's up   I've got some change in this little tin cup   We'll say that the shadow is growin' dim   And we need some light to get back to him   Just one call should do it all   I'll carve this number on the wall   With my beak.      Flying feathers were all around   The air was filled with a ringing sound.   Two more birds, the second and the third   Came down from the sky to deliver the word.      Where have you been, they said to the first   Get back to the clouds, we're dying of thirst   There's not enough time to make that call   Let's ditch this rider, shadow and all.      The sky was filled with the beautiful birds   Still on the ground some crying was heard   With his dime in his hand and his hand on the dial   His ears were sweating as he forced a smile.      Hoofbeats beating across the range   He rode through the night with his cup of change   Tired and beaten he fell into slumber   But up in the sky they still had his number.      Up and down the old homestead   The naked rider gallops through his head   And although the moon isn't full   He still feels the pull,   Still feels the pull.