blinded by the city lights no one can see you stallin it s been so long since you ve seen the prairie stars you re not sure you can recall them but there is something here for you to find you may have found it once and lost it now we used to fly through the woods on the backs of quarter horses pickin dandelion bouquets for our sister and our mother we felt like men but we were boys too young to know that we were as free as fire and you re lost out in the big smoke lookin for a way home there are no straight paths there s no easy way brother do you remember that one september morning we were shooting cans with dad s 22 without a worry or a warning you pulled the trigger down and dropped that deer and you looked at me with tears in your eyes and i never in a million years thought that you d make that shot and i picture you tonight with your sights still on something so far off wherever you are i hope you re being careful about the things you think you want and you re lost out in the big smoke without a fire of your own there are no straight paths there s no easy way the sky is getting hazy it s filling up with grain dust and it could be in a year the bank finally gets the best of us but our cows are fed and the bins are full we re hoping to see you before the snow you re lost out in the big smoke without a fire of your own there are no straight paths there s no easy way you re lost out in the big smoke without a fire of your own there are no straight paths there s no easy way