“Words that are said cannot be unsaid.”
Just like a posse that rode into town
Weaving a whirlwind of chaos around
We were outlaws who were on the run
Moving too fast and coming undone.
All becomes lost in the eyes on the street
Standing and watching our anger entreat
Us to ride on and choose not to see
The clash at high-noon that’s coming to be.
Our sad eyes are narrowed as we stare
As far as we see, no one else is there
We’re too wrapped-up in our heated debate
Loading our guns with bullets of hate.
We kept it hidden and rode on together
Without foreseeing the oncoming weather
We stood in the dust as the sky grew dark
Our pistols were loaded, awaiting a spark.
The truth was a slug aimed at the heart
Black screaming talons that tore us apart
In a maelstrom of despotic words spoken
The shootout left us defeated and broken.