Say the west is a story we made up to erase Conestoga wagons left tracks you can see from space From the Northwest passage to the Great Divide Everybody's looking for the other side I'm still waitng for the whsikey to whisk me away And I'm still waiting for the ashra to lead me astray I twist the culdesacs into one way signs I ain't going round in circles on the other side So at night I sit and watch for stars to stay They wink and then they're gone down the Milky Way But when You're left in the middle of the Midwest sky Everywhere you look is the Other Side