There’s a chill rising in the air

Out here

The breeze has knotted up my hair

The fields are turning gold

I’m up against the cold

 

I lean toward the warmth of Chicole

Out here

My palomino paint, he knows the way

Wind’s tangled up his mane

We’ll lope before it rains

 

And Chico, he doesn’t mind

a bit of human frailty

The wind out here catches my breath

and speaks music to me

 

Far away, take me far away

Let me breathe horse sweat and dust

Where I ride to loosen places

long since turned to rust

Take me far away, far away

 

There’s a chill rising between

You and me

We say things we don’t really mean

Torrential as the rain

I find I can’t explain

 

So I lean toward the warmth of Chicole

Him and me

There are things that I don’t need to say

Every secret that he’s heard

has never needed words

 

And Chico, he doesn’t mind

a bit of human frailty

The wind out here catches my breath

and whispers things to me

 

Far away, take me far away

Let me breathe horse sweat and dust

Where I ride to loosen places

long since turned to rust

Take me far away, far away

 

Far away, take me far away

Through nasturtiums and the sage

To mend the broken places

from a battle waged

 

Take me far away

Take me far away, far away

Let me breathe horse sweat and dust

Where I ride to loosen places

long since turned to rust

Take me far away

Far away