The Kid / The Last Days
O'Keefe
Spoken: Pasan caballos negros y gente siniestra
Por los hondos caminos de la guitarra (de este guitarra)
(Dark horse and sinister men pass through the rutted roads of the guitar, of this guitar)
The train inside my head still finds the tracks
The shadows still recoil but somehow I can relax
I've put away my guns I don't shoot nothin' anymore
And though I sometimes sit and stare I've even'd up the score
The Sunshine Man sells Sundays but he gives away the rest
Says he's trying to make a film on how we lost the West
The piano player laughs although I know inside he's said
His words are hard to get but they say that he's been had
Spoken: Pasan caballos negros y gente siniestra
Por los hondos caminos de la guitarra (de este guitarra)
(Dark horse and sinister men pass through the rutted roads of the guitar, of this guitar)
The train inside my head still finds the tracks
The shadows still recoil but somehow I can relax
I've put away my guns I don't shoot nothin' anymore
And though I sometimes sit and stare I've even'd up the score
The Sunshine Man sells Sundays but he gives away the rest
Says he's trying to make a film on how we lost the West
The piano player laughs although I know inside he's said
His words are hard to get but they say that he's been had
They say that Time will kill you if the Man don't bring you down
Just a whimper and a bang though you never hear the sound
The mountain fades away, the morning sunlight calls
The Horsemen drive the day as the silent killer falls