Town’s been quiet too long.

I followed the smoke.

I followed the blood.

Sun hangs low like a warning sign,

boots in dirt, one track at a time,

posters torn, your name still bleeds,

every road led back to me.

Whiskey towns and dead-end bars,

counted bodies, counted stars,

you ran fast, you ran wild,

but every trail goes single-file.

Hear the bells, hear the floorboards cry,

fingers twitch when you walk by,

no more running, no more lies,

only one of us survives.

I’m coming to town,

to gun you down,

tracked you far,

but this is where it ends.

No sirens now,

no turning round,

one last breath,

one last amend.

I’m coming to town.

Gun smoke

Cold stare

Stand still

Say your prayer

Gun smoke

Last sound

Six shots

Hit the ground

Sheriff’s star don’t shine for free,

we all pay for what we keep,

you burned names into the night,

I buried mine to make this right.

Saloon lights flicker slow,

hands stay close, hearts hang low,

every eye knows what’s next,

this town’s been holding its breath.

Clock strikes once, then twice again,

fate don’t care about right or wrong,

only how the story ends.

I’m coming to town,

to gun you down,

every mile was borrowed time.

No badge left,

no higher ground,

just you and me

on the firing line.

I’m coming to town.

Hands shake

Dust blows

Heart pounds

Too slow

Step out

Face me

Draw first

Or don’t breathe

Funny how the legends lie,

say the good man never dies,

truth is dirt don’t know our names,

it just waits the same.

If I fall where you stand,

or you bleed out in the sand,

they’ll drink tonight, forget by dawn,

another ghost they build songs on.

I came to town,

to gun you down,

but I see myself in you.

Same cold eyes,

same empty crown,

same sins we can’t undo.

I came to town.

Holster the gun.

Burn the star.

Ride out alone.

Another town survives the night.