Besedila: The Fruit Bats. Canyon Girl.

A canyon girl 'neath imaginary skies is beckoning
In a fictional world, I fear I got no business being in

But, cover me, a?˜cause I'm going in
And I won't return back to the run of the mill again

A canyon girl from the end of the winding road is calling
From a faraway place, that's the furthest point from the one I'm living in

So, wait for me, a?˜cause I'll be climbing in
And I won't return back to the run of the mill again

'Cause I've been waiting for you to wave me in
And I won't return to the wind and the cold and the snow again,
To the darkest places I have been,
Back to the run of the mill again