• Killed by a heart that never came around
    Killed by a thought that never took form
    Killed by a life that we live every day
    Killed by the silence of nothing to say

  • A cowboy rides through the dust and the sand
    Through sunsets in dusk and in a no-mans-land
    He never knows just where he belongs
    But he knows that a cowboy must travel on
    For traveling lets a man reach a dream