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.