Last Light Draw

In the corner of a border cantina

Where the dust settles deep on the floor

Sits the man who was once a wild legend

Now he stares through the cracks in the door

His fingers are cold and they're shaking

Can't even hold steady his cup

They called him the fastest hand in the territory The quickest to

draw from the leather (oh-oh-oh) But time is a shadow that catches

us all

And no run can last forever

Then the heavy oak doors swing wide open

And a shadow steps out of the glare

A young stranger with fire in his eyes

And a name that he speaks to the air

He's searched all the roads for the master

To see if the stories were true

But the old man just looks at his fingers

And smiles with a heavy old sigh (ahhhh) No glory is worth

what it takes from your soul Underneath

this unforgiving sky

They called him the fastest hand in the territory

The quickest to draw from the leather

(oh-oh-oh) But time is a shadow that catches us all

And no run can last forever

No run can last

forever