Saw the sun setting behind him

That was something to see

Saw a razor thin wisp of a tall man

Staring down the enemy

Nothing within the angels

Of this rusty desert town

Can hold a lost rambler down

Taking my parole off

Shakers in love

Well I feel like calling coka

Cus I cannot get enough

There’s a cold wind baking over

Talking to the wall

Guess that’s mine, hard to fall..

The taller you climb, the harder you fall

The better you are, the worse you’re off

oooooh

Well the ceiling is the sawdust

Pay Peggie Sue

And you feel like Patsy Cline does

With her devils and her dues

And the morning climbs your shoulder,

Still your only son

And the miners call this half of dawn

The taller you climb, the harder you fall

The better you are, the worse you’re off

oooooh

You can spoon feed Casanova

Send him to the street

Where the Idols stand corrected

With the beggars at their feet

All your laws are twice reflected

As an after thought

And the billboard signs to follow

May be long

May be long

May be long...