He stares out the window, Blank as a canvas Made up in the sunlight And swirling smoke and ash. He waits for a breath. Now, taking his time, He sees an eternity In a blink of an eye
And for him this life is made of time and choices, An endless blend of vistas painted bright with memories. The here and now will bow to him to only serve one purpose, To keep your peace
He takes on a world all in a stride, And your wounds will be his scars. So won't you remember when the night comes He will need your open arms. For to be invincible He needs your love
He stands in the doorway Quiet like yesterday With forgotten thoughts become a mystery And nightmares locked away. He looks like a gunman But his view is much too wide For such a solution. So he fights without a six gun on his side
And all the while his stars and moon shine brightly. Outside the desert wails a curse of rage and jealousy. And yet tomorrow comes along and shifts to serve his purpose To keep your peace
He takes on a world all in a stride, And your wounds will be his scars. So won't you remember when the night comes He will need your open arms. For to be invincible He needs your love