You thought it was over but it's just like before Will there never be an end to the Indian wars? Out in the desert where the wind never stops A few simple people try to grow a few crops Trying to maintain a life and a home On land that was theirs before

Or trees on the lawn Wind is always there, they're saying it's just air Let it blow through you Don't let it move you Like breeze off the pond What I'd look like trying to hide my life One of those guys, I'm a star, you should keep it low Nuh uh want a

The story is a sad one, told many times The story of my life in trying times Just add water, stir in lime How the west was won and where it got us Blood from a stone Water from wine Born under an ill-placed design A stroke of bad luck, Wrong place, wrong