The Gunsling

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
a one shot rhythm to the gunsling
So long my sweet…
Bye bye…

Standin’ alone through the soot and stone
He draws from his holster, a man
Crawlin’ 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
a 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…!

Standin’ alone through the soot and stone
He draws from his holster, a man
Crawlin’ 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 your life”
I cannot take this lying down…
No…!

Standin’ alone through the soot and stone
He draws from his holster, a man
Crawlin’ 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…!