Cheyenne

Angry waters toss and pull us down

Hold us under til we break free

Sad and lonely days, still and calm we stay

Drifting further nothing to see

There is no rescue ship, we stopped calling out for it

Better to hate what we have here

Nothing you say ever makes sense, but you keep talking

Nothing I do ever is right but I still keep moving

A hole in the hull sinking us slow down to an ending

Finally done finally sleeping

There is no rescue ship, we stopped calling out for it

The road to Cheyenne never ends

Never close it always bends

In the solitude I creep

The car's long shadow

In the land I'd lived before

Of the plan, I'd say no more

Holly's heart and Holly's lips

In the desert's shadow

The road to Cheyenne, long and thin

Never close it always lifts

In the solitude I creep the hatchet's shadow

There's a hoarse voice that I wield

Of the plan I say no more

There's a hoarse voice that I wield

A hatchet tenor

There is no rescue ship, we stopped calling out for it