He wakes up and gets a move on
One more day with his broken boots on
All the lines across his face,
reminders of the times he lost his place,
I don't know how he's still alive

A man, a lonesome traveler
Wayward son, fate-tempting gambler
He dies, but not today
after all these years, still no one knows his name
God only knows how he survives

He still recalls, all the things he left behind
and there's blood on the tracks, but at least its mine

Silhouette, he still walks tall
Sun at his back, to blind us all
No more tears fall from his eyes
Who are you to claim a portion of his pride?
Don't be the hair that breaks his back

He still recalls, all the things he left behind
and there's blood on the tracks, it might be yours next time

He still recalls, all the things he left behind
and there's blood on the tracks, but at least its mine