Well I'd rather be

Walking through the tall pine trees
High

Up above Lake Louise


And I'd rather be

Chasing after shooting stars

Than waiting for this dumb 503 TTC
I'd like to see



The sun set behind Saddle Mountain
And listen to the wind whisper my name

Yea this world and me don't fit


One of us is going to have to quit
Oh how I miss those western skies


And I'd rather be
Back in the Rocky Mountains
Than sitting in some bar on Queen Street



And I'd rather be
Walking through the high meadow

Than watching the latest war on my TV

So please don't you stand in my way

I just got to get out of this place
If I waste another day


I'm sure the sun will forget my name
Oh how I miss those western skies



Oh to see the sunset in her eyes
Oh to see the sunshine in her eyes
And I'd rather be

Lying by the Bow River


Just watching the clouds go by

Yea I'd rather be

Anywhere else than here tonight
Than stuck in the city



But through the pain
Good things will come


After the rain the sun
But that don't mean much to me


Stuck in the city
Oh how I miss those western skies