Been two weeks since I got in
Looks just like it's always been
Lean dog drinkin' from a spill
Yellow sun just standing still
Things went wrong but I got right
I've seen something like a light
Sent my shadow moving on
And saw no point in stayin' gone
See you when the ribbons fly
Meet you near the Leon's rise
Those boots won't be shining long
With dust so dry and sun so strong
Stray clouds rolling by above
Now's no better than it was
Rising Star to County Seat
Got a Sickness running deep
They'll be riding back with more
Get my rifle and bar the door
Never meant to leave so soon
'Neath a pale Comanche Moon