Rusty road is rambling Dust is rising high Big boots keep him ambling Towards that dark and muddy sky Coyotes whisper curses In a wild desert cry Sanguine he submerges His veins are pumping dry

His eyes close forever Hits the sand with a sigh Wasteland near November He will always lie Run on far away A glint in his eye Midnight traveller on life's highway Gave the off ramp a try

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