Where The Legends Come To Die

The hot sun beating from the sky in Nevadas desert sand I'm riding on my shadowhorse, through iron, wind and rust Coming back to this mean old town just one more time Worn out and sad, I'm riding in a cloud of dust The rewards I used to hunt, the men I used to chase There they are - the others - shivering in the haze I feel no hatred now, no fear, no pain, no guilt For the men who stood against me in this final, blasting day In the dry Nevada dirt where the legends come to die I’m just a memory riding beneath a wide and empty sky And the heat waves dance like spirits on the street I remember the day – that was mine to meet At the center of the town, at the little square of stone There’s a dark and faded stain, where the sand has turned to clay A final, bitter tribute to the man I should have known The very spot I fell upon, that hot and final day In the dry Nevada dirt where the legends come to die I’m just a memory riding beneath a wide and empty sky And the heat waves dance like spirits on the street I remember the day – that was mine to meet I will stay here at the square, like frozen in time And I'm riding out to nowhere, where the stars are cold and clear The town will sleep in silence as the desert swallows time I'm leaving my ghost around, all thats left, just to wander here In the dry Nevada dirt where the legends come to die I’m just a memory riding beneath a wide and empty sky And the heat waves dance like spirits on the street I remember the day – that was mine to meet