Fell awake into this war state
Nothing to recognise
No mistaking I've been forsaken
This one last time
If there's a plan and if there's a hand
It ain't reaching out enough for me
Well, I'm tired of building character
I'm sick of being strong
But I'll keep picking up the pieces
Put them back where they belong
Walked away from this crash landing
Last one standing, first one down
Gets a little brighter
When you find a fighter
In a face as dim as the setting sun
This is how the west was won
This is how the west was won
My jeans are faded
My horse is waiting for me to ride
The stars are gleaming
My heart is screaming
Run faster to make it out alive
Now I'm wishing for more ammunition
To hold my ground
And find what I'm missing
Walked away from this crash landing
Last one standing, first one down
Gets a little brighter
When you find a fighter
In a face as dim as the setting sun
This is how the west was won ....
