Somewhere in the great beyond a ranger rides upon his one and only friend feels like it's riding him He figures while he's here, though they retain a fear, he'll do the best he can to be a better man He smokes a signal out, he polishes his gun cruises the galaxy, away from everyone He prays to God to save his dear beloved ones until the day his soul rises
Life is the gift that we make Love is a risk that we take Death is just the final form of conformity if that's what becoming it means well then I'd rather be the Lone ranger (rather be alone)
Somewhere in the sands of time there was a brother time like legends before him was proud to be like them but legends burn so bright, and as they often do too quickly are put out and brother time was too He could have cut his hair, he could have been your friend but he had found it wise to disregard the truth It's hard to ride it out, it's hard to walk alone But as I'm getting old, finding
Life is the gift that we make Love is a risk that we take Death is just the final form of conformity if that's what becoming it means well then I'd rather be the Lone ranger
Hey would you like to know a secret I've seen a spirit before and it keeps on calling me to run I can't fight it but when the spirit is done you're gone (gone)
Life is the gift that we make Love is a risk that we take Death is just the final form of conformity if that's what becoming it means well then I'd rather be the Lone ranger