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