Oh, I was sent to find the lonesome place
Where I was lost but left to trace
By carving riddles on the lonesome vine
Oh, but rumor has it that I wasn't born
I just walked in one frosty morn
Into the vision of some vacant mind
Oh, once I held a pony by its flagging mane
And once I called the shadow in the turning game
But I will fight this stranger that you should fear
So I won't be a burden of tomorrow dear
Oh, the savior's on the border of the sun
Swings on the chambers of your guns
And tries to shoot the chord and light the path
Oh, but hell, I'm just a blind man on the plains
I drink my water when it rains
And live by chance among the lightning strikes
Oh, once I held a glacier to an open flame
And once I felt like wildcat in the fallen game
But I will fight this stranger that you should fear
So I won't be a burden of tomorrow dear
Oh, the singer's on the edge to feed the canyon's mouth
They will go on forever til they sing you out of time
But I will fight this stranger that you should fear
So I won't be a burden of tomorrow dear
