I yearn the rattle of your silver spurs
I sense the burden of your endless curse

Lone ranger
What are you doing here

You hunted me down
Forced me to run
Far from my planet
Far from the sun

I was a young man
Then, full of life
I crossed many borders
Lost many friends

Lone ranger
What are you doing here

I'm bloated, wrinkled
My life is over
I'm bloated, wrinkled
Shaking and bald

Wrapped in a shroud