I have stumbled on the plains, staggered in the wind, stood at a crossroad or two
Cried to a river, swept through the sea, all just to get to you
I have jumped a yellow calf, and hopped a rusty freight, and sang till my lips turned blue
On a silver bird, on the tops of the clouds, all just to get to you
And I ran too hard, and I played too rough, I gave my love not near enough
I bled too red, and I cried too blue
And I beat my fist, against the moon, all just to get to you
I have run from St. Paul, to Wichita Falls, and called you from sunny Baton Rouge
I hiked everything, from my watch to my reins, all just to get to you
And I ran too hard, and I played too rough, I gave my love not near enough
I bled too red, and I cried too blue
And I beat my fist, against the moon, all just to get to you
From the California shore, to the mighty ocean roars
To the lands of the Hopi and the Sioux
I walked the desert sands, and crossed the Rio Grande, all just to get to you
I have stumbled on the plains, staggered in the wind, and stood at a crossroad or two
Cried to a river, and swept to the sea, all just to get to you
And I ran too hard, and I played too rough, I gave my love not near enough
And I bled too red, and I cried too blue
I beat my fist, against the moon, all just to get to you
All just to get to you
All just to get to you


All just to get to you