Wind in the trees
A big blue moon
And the road
The road is winding
Away from here
Through parts unknown
And the music
The music on the radio
Storm's in the air
I'm burning my bridges
Old towns
Are new towns
Saturday night
I just got in
I'm looking
For someone to dance with
Ah but the music is kind of old
And the boys are kinda young
They're trying
They're trying to walk like Clint Eastwood
At the old men's cafe
We're drinking whisky
And the drunken, the drunken teenage band
Is not drinking
What a surprise
You can't get a decent cup of coffee
Here, but churches and bars, churches and bars
Saturday night
I just got in
I'm looking
I'm looking for someone to dance with
But the music is kind of old
And the boys, the boys are much too young
They're trying
They're trying to walk like Clint Eastwood