(RNewman)
Cold gray buildings where a hill should be
Steel and concrete closing in on me
City places aren't the places I roam alone
Cowboy, cowboy, can't run, can't hide, too late
To fight now, to die to try
Winds that once blew free now scatter dust to the sky
Cowboy, cowboy, can't run, can't hide, too late
To fight now, to die to try