stand up to the sun fore tomorrow take us away sometimes we run if we want to catch up with today sometimes we wander as if we had somewhere to go medina is a breeze blowin windmills along the highway spread just keep on turnin circles not knowin where the wind has led those who want to wander as if they had somewhere to go midnight in medina standin on the line starin at the crossin tryin to break the bind to another place another time and maybe soon medina my boots they will not know the dust that seems to mound i ll brush them off and go to another place another time another place another time go stare at the door it passes by clings and it creaks mighty still roar along the ridge her whistle haunts my cheek makes me want to wander as if i had somewhere to go midnight in medina standin on the line starin at the crossin tryin to break the bind to another place another time and maybe soon medina my boots they will not know the dust that seems to mound i ll brush them off and go to another place another time another place another time midnight in medina waitin on the line starin at the crossin tryin to break the bind to another place another time and maybe soon medina my boots they will not know the dust that seems to mound i ll brush them off and go to another place another time another place another time another place another time