Vaudeville

I've seen me that traveling band

For that love, they bled

I've seen me that rider

Of crimson and lead

I've seen that iron horse

Rolling the plains

Seen a man cross in its way

And never again

Behold the great picture show

The immortal dance

Our heroes are all killers

And it's gold they romance, yeah

I'll be that masked man

A glory to see

Kill me a hundred men

So you'll remember me

All parts have been played on the stage

The raucous, faux-elegant wake

The gun fighters dancing in circles

Seduced by the fear they create

Chaos in black and white

Cheers erupt as another man falls

In each young man's eye, a fire is lit

He too could be the most savage of all

Wait for the show to come back

Holding out to see that magic once again

I wait while the water comes down

Will I ever see the end?

I see them, nights in my dreams

The riders of crimson and lead

They turn their rifles on me

Please sing my song when I'm dead

Where is the dream?

Where is the world that was promised?

Where is romance?

When did it give way to rape?

Who wears the masks?

Who do the gunslingers ride for?

Where is the dream?

Bleeding, discarded, thrown from the tracks

Where is the dream?