A conyon girl beneath imaginary skies is beckoning
In a fictional world, I fear I got no business being in

But cover me, 'cause I'm going in
And I won't return back to the run of the mill again

A canyon girl from the end of the winding road is calling
From a faraway place, that's the furthest point from the one I'm living in

So wait for me, 'cause I'll be climbing in
And I won't return back to the run of the mill again

'Cause I've been waiting for you to wave me in
And I won't return to the wind and the cold and the snow again
To the darkest places I have been
Or back to the run of the mill again