Cowboy

Cold gray buildings

Where hills should be

Steel and concrete

Closing in on me

City faces haunt the places

I rode alone

Cowboy, cowboy

Carvin can't hide

It's too late to fight now

To turn, to try.

Winds that once blew free

Now scatters dust through the sky

Cowboy, cowboy

Carvin can't hide

It's too late to fight now

To turn, to try.