I can feel the Lander wind Coming up beneath me again. But to the north there's millionaires That lay between the billionaires And their buildings stretch to touch the sky In the bigger world on the other side of the middle ... of Popo Agie. Running down the crooked miles, I could feel the muscles tire And I could bend my tongue and sing the words of Pioneers (They're coming up between my teeth). All at once their melodies turn to fields of industry And the California air is black So, the movie stars are moving back to the middle ... to Popo Agie These are places- Western spaces And I go back there just to taste it. To feel a warm night mixed with fireflies and I– I can feel the Lander wind coming up beneath me again. But to the north there's billionaires That are speckled between the millionaires And their buildings stretch to touch the sky In the bigger world on the other side of the middle. It's just a little river, But it's clean as all hell ... Oh, Popo Agie.