Texty: Paul Williams. Someday Man. Roan Pony.

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When my world becomes too much for me
And I've had my fill of its schemes
I reach back into its history
And I recall my childhood dreams

With my love for how things used to be
And a once imagined friend
I will find a time that's right for me
Try to find a better end by dreaming

I'll ride away on my roan pony
Shoshone Indian guide by my side
We'll chart the course of a new river
Give her a name then we're gone
We've got to move on

Down from the hills
Across the plains to a golden shore
Down, down from the hills
To stand where no man has stood before

Then my world comes screaming back to me
And it's more than I can take
I escape before it gets to me
I must bend before I break

So I run from what I've come to be
To a time before my own
'Til my friend is standing next to me
And I know I'm not alone, I'm dreaming

I'll ride away on my roan pony
Shoshone Indian guide by my side
We'll chart the course of a new river
Give her a name then we're gone
We've got to move on

Down from the hills
Across the plains to a golden shore
Down, down from the hills
To stand where no man has stood before

I'll ride away on my roan pony
Shoshone Indian guide by my side
We'll chart the course of a new river
Give her a name then we're gone
We've got to move on