Desperate Western Song

He sits upon the hill just waiting to feel
The clear cold rain falling on his skin
The day's last rays shining into his eyes
A thought in his mind brings the burning tide

Got revolution running high
Up through the brain and down the sky
All of the people who been there
Them golden ones who disappeared
The canyon rolls deep on and on
Echoes the desperate western song

The canyon rolls deep on and on
Composes verses of the river song
The battle cry of those who condemn
To crawl through the earth and never rise up again