**** 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
Trauriger, mitreissender Song über einen gealterten (?) Cowboy, der sich nach den Alten Zeiten sehnt. 4.5 |