Somewhere in a hayfield down in old Missouri,
     there's a moon over somebody's dream.
And somewhere up a back road near the Iron County line,
     the old man walks with his memories.
And somewhere in a meadow up on Lower Rock Creek,
     hangs a swing in an old willow tree.
And somewhere in the heart of this tired old cowboy,
     it's just empty where you used to be.

Just outside of Rockwood there's an old fishin' camp,
     you can make it to Dollar Island on a raft.
And somewhere on a stage up in grand New York City,
     ballerinas perfected their craft.
And somewhere on a mountain just outside of forever,
     A coyote is callin' to me.
And somewhere in the heart of this tired old cawboy,
     it's just empty where you used to be.

Somewhere there's a cat sittin' up in a window,
     watchin' kids make their sled runs down a hill.
And somewhere there's a campfire on a crystal cold night,
     but it doesn't seem to dampen this chill.
Cause' somewhere there's an echo of a little girls voice,
     Daddy will you play monster with me?
And somewhere in the heart of this tired old cowboy,
     it's just empty where you used to be.

And sometimes in the heart of this tired old cowboy,
     it's just empty where you used to be.