The Beehive State

Cold gray buildings where a hill should be

Steel and concrete, closin' in on me

City faces haunt the places, I rode alone

Cowboy, cowboy

Can't run, can't hide

It's 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

It's too late to fight now, too tired to try.