Down from the mountains, word would come: we would soon move to Oregon,
Pulled from the ground of yesterday; sell everything and move away.
But it wasn't what we thought, and we rode the horse that Bud bought,
We took that trip again, my friend.
Ten of us formed a family: Jimmy and Jesus under siege,
Follow the leader, it would go,
Stuck in a twisted puppet show.
But it wasn't what we thought, and we rode the horse that Bud bought,
We took that trip again, my friend,
And it wasn't all for naught, living in the house that Bud bought,
We learned so very much back then.
It was a burning bush of hungry souls, trying to follow what our hearts were told,
But a novice played upon our fears, and the whole thing screwed us up for years, and years, and years, yeah.
We untied a holy knot, and we rode the horse that Bud bought,
We took that trip again, my friend,
And it wasn't all for naught, living in the house that Bud bought,
We learned so very much back then.
Prophecy came, and we were gone; we would soon move from Oregon,
Turning their backs on yesterday, some of the others fell away, hey.
