Cold gray buildings where a hill should be
Steel and concrete closin' in on me
City faces haunt the places
I used to roam
Cowboy, cowboy - can't run, can't hide
Too late to fight now - too tired to try
Wind that once blew free
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Cold gray buildings where a hill should be
Steel and concrete closin' in on me
City faces haunt the places
I used to roam
Cowboy, cowboy - can't run, can't hide
Too late to fight now - too tired to try
Wind that once blew free