If you believe it's gold, then it's gold Any two-bit appraiser will tell you so Alchemical prize for the last of the Western rush She used to say it all the time But years passed and now it's mine Erasing you was easy Once I figured it out and now That you're gone completely I am the last monument standing When you wake you will remember everything Running slowly through a dream Half blind and screaming, screaming Where's he off to with that gun? Imagining is no fun, no fun I should have vanished upstate There wasn't much to come back to anyway Nothing new, it's always been the same But now it just feels too late Running faster through the scene When you wake you will remember everything Let's call it off Don't think you want Want what you want Running faster through the scene Eyes shut and screaming, screaming 'Til my face turns red Why do they shoot horses When it's just a broken leg?