Somewhere, he lost it in a turn

Now trouble seems to fit him like a glove

First come, first served, he's serving it back

He travels light, without a pack, without love



He comes from nowhere an' he turns on his own

Late for the hanging, yes he's headed for the moon

An' hang 'em high



Leather 'cross his thighs

Blasting out the night, his cap hides his eyes

One eye on the road, price upon his head

One ear to the ground, he's listening to the dead



He comes from nowhere an' he turns on his own

Late for the hanging, yes he's headed for the moon

An' hang 'em high



Blind to himself, an' he's laughing up his scheme

Looking back in anger, the city is relieved

Vision of light, child of the night passing by



Blind to himself, he's laughing up his scheme

Looking back in anger, the city is relieved

A vision of light, child of the night passing by



Leather 'cross his thigh

Blasting out the night, his cap hides his eyes

One eye on the road, price upon his head

One ear to the ground, he's listening to the dead



He comes from nowhere, an' he turns on his own

Late for the hanging, yes he's headed for the moon

An' hang 'em high