[Verse 1] He came up out of Gotham Mud on his boots Suit still torn Face lit green by the jukebox glow A storm that learned to walk in human form He said “Call me Matt Hagen” Voice like gravel in a jar Jackknife smile in the mirror Trying to hide what he really are [Chorus] Shadow on the ridgeline Matt Hagen rides Wishing he could peel that mask from his eyes Every face he borrows just crumbles in his hands Outlaw made of echoes and borrowed strands Shadow on the ridgeline Clay in the rain Running from the bat and his own name [Verse 2] He drinks his coffee midnight cold Hands still shaking from the change Skin goes soft like riverbank mud Heart stays hard and strange There’s a rope swing by the water Where he first slipped through the ground Now every step leaves fingerprints In every small-town Nowhere crowd [Chorus] Shadow on the ridgeline Matt Hagen rides Wishing he could peel that mask from his eyes Every face he borrows just crumbles in his hands Outlaw made of echoes and borrowed strands Shadow on the ridgeline Clay in the rain Running from the bat and his own name [Bridge] He ain’t a hero Ain’t all wrong He’s just stuck inside the skin of what he’s done If you see him in the dark Don’t ask which man he is tonight Just tip your hat Let him pass out of sight (hey…) [Chorus] Shadow on the ridgeline Matt Hagen rides Wishing he could peel that mask from his eyes Every face he borrows just crumbles in his hands Outlaw made of echoes and borrowed strands Shadow on the ridgeline Clay in the rain Running from the bat and his own name
