Last Ride Reckoning

(hummmmm) Eight seconds is a lifetime on a hurricane of clay

I strapped my hand into the leather,

watched her turn her face away

She begged me not to climb those rails,

but there's a debt I have to pay

And the arena's getting quiet,

the yellow dirt is cold

This ain't a game for young men,

and I'm feeling damn near old

And I heard the gate swing wide,

heard the heavy iron crash

Then a scream cut through the dust,

and everything went black (ohhh,

no) I rode him for the promise that I made to keep

her free

But the bull-ring won't have mercy

on a ghost like me

They say the dirt is softest

when you're looking at the sky

I saw her running through the gate

with terror in her eyes Don't weep for me,

my darlin', the mortgage has been signed

And the sirens are a-wailing in the dynamic western night

But I'm drifting past the bleachers,

leaving all behind

No more dust... no more pain... (mmmmm)