Roan Pony Paul Williams

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