¿Quién Es?

[Verse 1] July in Fort Sumner, and the night was hot and still, Moonlight on the adobe, dogs barking on the hill. Billy'd come back to the only place that ever called him home, To a dark-eyed girl, and his friends, and a bed he called his own. Near midnight he got hungry, so he went out in the heat, With a butcher's knife and nothing but his stocking feet. Just a boy crossing over to Pete Maxwell's door, For a little bit of supper, like a hundred nights before. [Pre-Chorus] Two men on the porch, Faces he don't know. A lamp that isn't burning, And a room that's dark and low. [Chorus] ¿Quién es? ¿Quién es? Who's waiting in the dark? Two words in a doorway And a shot through the heart. ¿Quién es? ¿Quién es? The last thing that he said. Twenty-one years of running... And the Kid lay dead. [Verse 2] He slipped into Pete Maxwell's room as soft as any prayer, Never knowing Pat Garrett was the shadow sitting there. The man he'd played at cards with, the man he'd taught to lose, Fired twice into the darkness... And the whole West had its news. The women of Fort Sumner lit candles through the night, Laid him out in a borrowed shirt and sang till morning light. They buried him at the old fort, with Tom and Charlie near, Three pals in the dust Who'd ridden all those years. [Pre-Chorus] No boots on his feet, No gun at his side, Just a hungry young man In the wrong room that night. [Chorus] ¿Quién es? ¿Quién es? Who's waiting in the dark? Two words in a doorway And a shot through the heart. ¿Quién es? ¿Quién es? The last thing that he said. Twenty-one years of running... And the Kid lay dead. [Bridge – stripped back] Some say it wasn't Billy. Some say he got away, Rode south into Mexico And lived to be old and grey. Maybe that's the legend. Maybe that's the lie. But nobody wants a boy like that To be twenty-one and die. [Guitar Solo The biggest solo on the album. Twin guitars and fiddle play a lament together, ending on one long held note.] [Final Chorus] ¿Quién es? ¿Quién es? Who was that boy in the dark? Henry, Antrim, Bonney, Billy — Every name left a mark. ¿Quién es? ¿Quién es? When you strip away the names, He was only Catherine's boy... And the West took the blame. [Outro – reprise of "New York Dust" Band falls away. Acoustic guitar and distant harmonica, playing the melody of the opening song.] One stone at Fort Sumner. Three names. One word: Pals. Call me Henry... Call me the Kid... Before the gun, Before the fame, Before they ever knew his name... Barefoot in the dark, The New York dust Finally gone from his shoes. Just a boy... Going home.