High Noon - Burden Of A Day

With contrite hearts on the blackest of days

We’ve done our deeds but now we have to pay

The social call;

the presidents not home

The gossip line we never would have known

I awoke to the sound of singing in the streets

The sorrow fell like the setting sun

On dusty streets the sound of running in our heads

As we hung like leaves from the trees

Shooting from the hip we live our lives so precariously

Breathing deeply for the last time I can see

The lights shining just for me…

Built to last

This winters going to end

The sun will shine on our faces

Life begins…

Swing low, Sweet chariot

Carry me home

Ride till sunset leave it all behind

And go

Cowboys never die

Built to last

This winters going to end

The sun will shine on our faces

Life begins…

When life ends life begins

Again and again