They packed up all his buckles
And shipped his saddle to his dad
And by the way the house looked
She must have took it bad
The workers come on Monday
To fix the door and patch the wall
They say she just went crazy
The night she got the call
He was up in Wyoming
And drew a bull no man could ride
He promised her he'd turn out
Well it turned out that he lied
And all the dreams that they'd been livin'
In the California sand
Died right there beside him in Cheyenne
They say she just went crazy
Screamin' out his name
She ran out into the ocean
And to this day they claim
That if you go down by the water
You'll see her footprints in the sand
'Cause every night she walks the beaches of Cheyenne
They never found her body
Just her diary by her bed
It told about the fight they had
And the words that she had said
When he told her he was ridin'
She said then I don't give a damn
If you never come back from Cheyenne
They say she just went crazy
Screamin' out his name
She ran out into the ocean
And to this day they claim
That you can go down by the water
And see her footprints in the sand
'Cause every night she walks the beaches of Cheyenne
Nobody can explain it
Some say she's still alive
They even claim they've seen her
On the shoreline late at night
So if you go down by the water
You'll see her footprints in the sand
'Cause every night she walks the beaches of Cheyenne
Every night she walks the beaches of CheyenneNow if you think Ray blew it, there was nothing to it. They patched him up as good as new. You can see him every day --- riding down the queen's highway, handing out his small cigars to the kids from school. And all the little girls with their bleached blond curls clump up on their platform soles. And they say ``Hey Ray --- let's ride away downtown where we can roll some alley bowls.'' And Ray grins from ear to here, and whispers... So follow me. Trail along. my leather jacket's buttoned up. And my four-stroke song will pick you up when your last class ends; and you can tell all your friends: The Pied Piper pulled you, The mad biker fooled you, I'll do what you want to: If you ride with me on a Friday anything goes. So follow me, hold on tight. My school girl fancy's flowing in free flight. I've a tenner in my skin tight jeans. You can touch it if your hands are clean. The Pied Piper pulled you, the mad biker folled you, I'll do what you want to: If you ride with me on a Friday anything goes.