Lone Ranger

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