|
Standing alone
In the soot and stone
He draws from his holster
A man
Crawling alone
In the soot and stone
He makes his way home half to death
In time and in vain
I wash my hands of yesterday
If I should fall, If I should pass
In one last stand before the gates
Before the gates of hell
Crawling alone
In the soot and stone
He makes his way home half to death
Standing alone
In the soot and stone
He draws from his holster, a man
When sun sets dusk and streets are cleared
Well this town's renegade is near
I'm standing tall awaiting host
What's it like to see a ghost?
Both outlaws equal, yes indeed
One shot rhythm to the Gunsling
So long my sweet (bye,bye)
Standing alone through the soot and stone
He draws from his holster a man
Crawling alone through the soot and stone
He makes his way home half to death
He clenched his fists and said a prayer
For every breath of dusty air
He fires loud awaiting host
What's it like to be a ghost
Both outlaws equal, yes indeed
One shot rhythm to the Gunsling
So long my sweet
I hear those voices calling
"Take your life"
I cannot take this lying down
No
Standing alone through the soot and stone
He draws from his holster, a man
Crawling alone through the soot and stone
He makes his way home half to death
In time (In time)
In vain (In vain)
Well I wash my hands of yesterday
If I should fall, If I should pass
It's worth one last stand
Before the gates of hell
Before the gates of hell
Before the gates of hell
I hear those voices calling
"Take my life"
I cannot take this lying down
No
Standing alone through the soot and stone
He draws from his holster, a man
Crawling alonge through the soot and stone
He makes his way home half to death
In time(In time)
In vain (In vain)
Well I wash my hands of yesterday
If I should fall, If I should pass
It's worth one last stand
Before the gates of hell
|
|
