Western Skies
Blue Rodeo Lyrics


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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 T-T-C

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

Overall Meaning

The song Western Skies by Blue Rodeo is a wistful longing for the Canadian west, specifically the Rocky Mountains, and an expression of frustration at being stuck in the city. The singer dreams of walking through tall pine trees above Lake Louise, chasing shooting stars, and watching the sun set behind Saddle Mountain. He misses listening to the wind whisper his name and being in the high meadow, free from the latest war on TV.


The song is a lamentation of the distance between the singer and the environment he longs for. He articulates a yearning to escape from the hustle and bustle of the city, using terms like "this dumb 503 T-T-C" to express his frustration. The lyrics also suggest a desire for companionship - to see the sunset in someone's eyes and to lie by the Bow River.


Overall, the song is a poignant expression of the divide between urban and rural Canada, and the deep sense of loss one can feel when disconnected from the natural world.


Line by Line Meaning

Well I'd rather be Walking through the tall pine trees High
The singer would rather be walking through tall pine trees, high above Lake Louise.


Up above Lake Louise And I'd rather be Chasing after shooting stars Than waiting for this dumb 503 T-T-C
The singer would rather be chasing after shooting stars than waiting for public transit.


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
The singer is fed up with the world and would rather see the sun set behind Saddle Mountain and listen to the wind whisper their name than deal with it.


And I'd rather be Back in the Rocky Mountains Than sitting in some bar on Queen Street
The artist would rather be back in the Rocky Mountains than sitting in a 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
The artist would rather be walking through a high meadow than watching war on TV and wants to leave the current location.


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
The singer fears that if they waste another day, they will be forgotten and misses the western skies and the possibility of seeing the sunshine and sunset in someone else's eyes.


And I'd rather be Lying by the Bow River Just watching the clouds go by
The singer would rather be lying by the Bow River watching clouds than doing what they are currently doing.


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
The artist would rather be anywhere else than where they are currently stuck in the city, but knows that good things come after pain. Despite this, they still miss the western skies.




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: GREG KEELOR, JIM CUDDY

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