High noon, high noon
Get off of me
Im giving the canyon my life

Oh we tie and we pry
By the stagecoach line
Until the day turns to night

All the while we're asking
Why penetrate the heart of god
It's so conceited

Hundreds of miles
Callin' it progress
So progress'll take me back home

Take me back home

Monsoon, monsoon
Come wash 'em clean
They're strippin' the canyon of life

Oh we cry and we cry
'Til the tears run dry
But still they're spreading their blight

All the while we're asking
Why lacerate the mother-god
It's self-defeating

Hundreds of eyes
Watching with hatred
The winds howling "give us back our home"

Give us back our home

Been such an awful long time
Since you changed
Still see your face in the canyon lines, every grain

Been such an awful long time
Since the change
Still find myself tracing county lines
Hoping to find what I used to call home

Used to be my home
Used to call my home
Used to call home
Used to call home
Used to be my home
Used to call my home
Used to call home