The Gunsling

Standing alone through the soot and stone,
He draws from his holster, a man.
Groaning alone through the soot and stone,
He makes his way home half to death.

In time.
In vain.
I wash my hands of yesterday.
If I should fall,
If I should pass,
It's worth one last stand before the gates
Before the gates of Hell.

Crawling alone
Through the soot and stone,
He makes his way home half to death.
Standing alone
In the soot and stone,
He draws from his holster...

Yeah...

When sun sets dusk and streets are cleared,
Well, this town's renegade is there.
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.

Standing alone through the soot and stone,
He draws from his holster, a man.
Groaning alone through the soot and stone,
He makes his way home half to death.

He clenched his fist 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 shouting...
"Take my life"
I cannot take mine lying down...
No!

Standing alone through the soot and stone,
He draws from his holster, a man.
Groaning alone through the soot and stone,
He makes his way home half to death.

In time.
In vain.
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 shouting...
"Take my life"
I cannot take mine lying down...
No!

Standing alone through the soot and stone,
He draws from his holster, a man.
Groaning alone through the soot and stone,
He makes his way home half to death.

In time.
In vain.
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!