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