(Lyrics: Stephen Shareaux, Rob GradMusic: Rob Grad, Stephen Shareaux)Fortunate one with your new paisley vestA different viewAlways looking for some peace of mindWho knows what you'll findThe funky little things get all blown upI try to ease the painI can't remember my nameThere's no one else to blameBut when I ask the sky's opinion'Bout what he thinks is going onDon't go astray, it's just another dayBig western sky, shooting stars at youBig western sky, that's what gets me throughBig western sky gets me throughYou know it gets me through babeGimme just a minute to catch my breathSome go right, some get left behindI'm gonna learn how to flyI wanna live high above the cloudsAfraid to fall, afraid to touch the groundIt gets me too far downBig western sky, shooting stars at youBig western sky, that's what gets me throughYeah when the funky little things get all blown upI try to keep my head and chin lifted up to the skyThat's what gets me throughBig western sky, it gets me throughCome on, get me highYou should've seen the skyIt's gonna get you highThe big western sky, it's gonna do you rightYeah the western sky, the big western skyIt's gonna get you high