Lyrics:
Well I'd rather beWalking through the tall pine treesHighUp above Lake LouiseAnd I'd rather beChasing after shooting starsThan waiting for this dumb 503 TTCI'd like to seeThe sun set behind Saddle MountainAnd listen to the wind whisper my nameYea this world and me don't fitOne of us is going to have to quitOh how I miss those western skiesAnd I'd rather beBack in the Rocky MountainsThan sitting in some bar on Queen StreetAnd I'd rather beWalking through the high meadowThan watching the latest war on my TVSo please don't you stand in my wayI just got to get out of this placeIf I waste another dayI'm sure the sun will forget my nameOh how I miss those western skiesOh to see the sunset in her eyesOh to see the sunshine in her eyesAnd I'd rather beLying by the Bow RiverJust watching the clouds go byYea I'd rather beAnywhere else than here tonightThan stuck in the cityBut through the painGood things will comeAfter the rain the sunBut that don't mean much to meStuck in the cityOh how I miss those western skies