Walker in the Wild West

Walker in the Wild West.

Cold wind blows across the plain,
Dark clouds gather in the mountain range.
Lone figure stands to face the rain,
I am the walker in the wild west.
The scorching sun and desert heat,
Blinding sweat and burning feet,
Lone figure struggles, won't be beat,
I am the walker in the wild west.
Wolf cries out to the moon,
Rocky mountains come too soon,
Lone figure hums a quiet tune,
I am the walker in the wild west.
Finds the town, music playing loud,
No time for people or the crowd,
Lone figure leaves alone and proud,
The walker in the wild west.
I am the walker, I am the man,
Take only what I need, when I can.
Indian brave or searching soul,
Walk until I reach that goal.
I am the walker, in the wild west.

11.17pm 3.8.96
Steve Jones