Valley Of The Low Sun

We'd feel much better if we sunk this treasure And laid our armor down These precious metals and these captain's letters They are no use to us now In the day we struggle with fatigue much greater Than any offer was We bow down and worship these bandits and cowboys Unable to hold their own guns I know that soldiers are not paid to think But something is making us sick Onward and steady Able and young In the valley of the low low sun In the shade we wander along a highway's shoulder Into the back of beyond Burning the daylight into a pastime That's too wise to come more than once It's boom boom thunder ain't no sleep coming Out mining a slippery world Of snow covered beaches and junkyards of diesel And bombers named after girls On bridges of black ice not built for the rush There's a new kind of beast getting up That's stranger than fiction Speaking in tongue In the valley of the low low sun