Standing in the high noon Sun... What will be found...? Trying to get that sparkle back, back in your eyes... But I think you know... I think you know what you ought to do now... You put your dreams in your little pocket mama... And you'll figure out how the West was won... All these people back home they write me... Letters that I can't hear... Telling me Son, you gotta, take care of your fears... But I had just one little rider...Oh lord... And a handful of fear... Gimme shelter baby, oh give me Peace... Oh give me something lord that I can believe... Gimme shelter baby, oh give me Peace... Gimme the code of the west...yeah In the dust of the Old West your message will be found... In the words of a Great Man so wise he never wrote them down... I ain't trying to tell you what's right or wrong... You'll figure it out on your own... Gimme shelter baby, oh give me Peace... Oh give me something lord that I can believe... Gimme shelter baby, oh give me Peace... Gimme the code of the West... So I can breathe... Had Detroit in my Heart... The West was in my eyes... One thing that I know for sure... It's all your state of mind... You can struggle with it all you like... But it won't get you very far... You can't see what's ahead of you... When your looking at the ground...