We braved the thorns to build a home
Digging and dragging a whole summer long
The orchard's edge was cool and dim
We watched the shadows stretching thin
Behind the house the field grew deep
The rain filled up the swollen creek
Racing down in cutoffs and no shoes
We never thought that we had something to lose
We were outlaws more often than not
We were cowboys that never got shot
We were gas tank astronauts
The road-cuts yellowed in the sun
The highway weeds grew grey and long
The water tower's gleaming dome
Reflected dreams above the mobile homes
It's all gotta fade away some day
But darling don't you rush it on its way
We're fools to think that time's a treasure untold
Its teeth will sink into you, steal your gold
We were Indians more often than not
We were cowboys that never got shot
We were gas tank astronauts
We little warblers are grown and flown
Nesting in fields and eaves of our own
The fox crept up on us too soon, ahh-ahh
No one would know that we once walked the moon
Ahhh
We were outlaws more often than not
We were cowboys that never got shot
We were gas tank astronauts
We were pirates that never got caught
We were Captain Kirk and Mister Spock
We were gas tank astronauts