Cold gray buildings where a hill should be
Steel and concrete closin´ in on me
City faces haunt the places
I used to roam
Cowboy, cowboy - can´t run, can´t hide

Too late to fight now - too tired to try

Wind that once blew free
Now scatters dust to the sky
Cowboy, cowboy - can´t run, can´t hide
Too late to fight now - too tired to try