Lyrics:

I thought that I saw you in the last train
With a plastic white fork in your hand
Your teeth, your elbows, your shoulders
Your mouth and your eyes

You saw me standing on a platform
One second with 24 frames
I was gone with the last letter of your name
When we were looking
Looking at the sky
When we were cowboys and indians
Waving goodbye

My dream fell into pieces
It's so difficult to paint a horse
And your sister said
"There's no Wild West"
That's when I needed
I needed more time
When we were cowboys and indians
Waiting in line
When we were looking
Looking at the sky
When we were cowboys and indians
Waving goodbye

"Hope is a strange invention", Emily said
And words come down like rain
On our head