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(shhhh) The wind don't blow
like it used to do
It's howling a name
that belongs to you
A cold shadow
stretching across the clay
No path left back to yesterday (mmmmm)
Oh, the line we crossed is a burning chain
There ain't no water
for this kind of pain
Under the midnight sky,
we run
(we run) Chase the ghost of a smoking gun
No rest for the wild,
no peace for the dead
Just the windblown dust and the road ahead
There's a shallow grave by the canyon wall
Where the carrion crows and the vultures call
You can hear the boots
on the gravel track
And you know you're never turning back
Under the midnight sky,
we run
(we run) Chase the ghost of a smoking gun
No rest for the wild,
no peace for the dead
Just the windblown dust and the road ahead
No turning back... (no turning back)