Comanche Moon

Been two weeks since I got in Looks just like it's always been Lean dog drinkin' from a spill Yellow sun just standing still Things went wrong but I got right I've seen something like a light Sent my shadow moving on And saw no point in stayin' gone See you when the ribbons fly Meet you near the Leon's rise Those boots won't be shining long With dust so dry and sun so strong Stray clouds rolling by above Now's no better than it was Rising Star to County Seat Got a Sickness running deep They'll be riding back with more Get my rifle and bar the door Never meant to leave so soon 'Neath a pale Comanche Moon