In the wild frontier, in the wild In the wild frontier, off the beaten track In the wild frontier, better watch your back Where your dreams get real or your blood gets spilled Gotta face your fears in the wild frontier In the wild, in the wild In the

The falling leaves drift by the window The autumn leaves of red and gold I see your lips, the summer kisses The sun-burned hands I used to hold Since you went away the days grow long And soon I'll hear old winter's song But I miss you most of all my

Set the ball a-rollin' I'll be clicking off the miles On the Train of Consequences My boxcar life of style My thinking is derailed I'm tied up to the tracks The Train of Consequences There ain't no turning back I'm doing you a favor

Down in the islands, down in the islands If you really wanna know where you can find me You should lose track of your timing Grab a drink beside me I'll be unwinding Can anybody here pass me a beer And I'ma keep playing this music that you hear And if

On wintergreen Skoal and main street gas Go get your girl, go make the drag If your lucky you can take her cross the rail road tracks Where the man in the moon works his magic On the second runner up of the 4H pageant Spendin' what little bit of money we

Joshua, Joshua Me and Joshua Well a good ways down the railroad track There was this little old rundown shack And in it lived a man I'd never seen Folks said he was a mean and a vicious man And you better not set foot on his land But I didn't think

I'm just a horse on the moor I'm just a horse with no name He means to ride me on, He sees a battle he don't want to face alone I bolt upwards and shake him off my back He falls to his knees, on to a bloody track Well I can't be your horse any more

There I was, now here I am I got off track, I made mistakes Back slid my way into that place where souls get lost Lines get crossed And the pain won't go away I hit my knees, now here I stand I came up out of the water Raise my hands up to the father

Releasing the fear White knuckle blackout, adrenaline rush Wide-eyed and red-faces, my skin hot and flushed The hair stands up down the backside of my neck Veins are a racetrack for fuel that I need Life on the edge is the bread which I feed Standing

Nobody's foolin' nobody is to where it goes And The highway is alive tonight I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light Man walks along the railroad track He's Goin' some place, there's no turnin' back The Highway Patrol chopper comin' up over the ridge