Turn your gaze
Back there
Back into the blue
Canyons of your eyes
Further on and up a ways
Past the lone weeping willow
Dancing in your mind
All the birds
Singing low
"You there, Lone Ranger
Lay your mask on down
Let all that dark treasure
Flash up
Into your smile"
Where the long grass sways so,
Back between the blades
Way down there
That's where you'll
Find me
You there, Lone Ranger
Lay your mask on down
Take my hand
My treasure
Flash, we'll
Fly through your smile
