Late for the hanging, yes he's headed for the moon And hang 'em high He comes from nowhere and he turns on his own Blasting out the night, his cap hides his eyes One eye on the road, price upon his head One ear to the ground, he's listening to the dead

Standing by the window Eyes upon the moon Hoping that the memory Will leave her spirit soon She shuts the doors and lights and lays her body on the bed Where images and words are running deep She has too much pride to pull the sheets above her head So

Orange funnels and snowy tunnels The moon begins to rise upon my fallen eyes I'm taken back to firelight A drunken dreamer's plan to stay just as I am Amidst the dancing paradise A case of beer, a smile, a motorcycle child I feel the glow surround me And