Cowboy

Cold gray buildings where a hill should beSteel and concrete closin' in on meCity faces haunt the placesI used to roamCowboy, cowboy - can't run, can't hideToo late to fight now - too tired to tryWind that once blew freeNow scatters dust to the skyCowboy, cowboy - can't run, can't hideToo late to fight now - too tired to try