Del Painting

Towering shadows of faded heroes
double-parked criminals lurking inside
Ancient spirits hunger for the new
as neon and chrome shatter their pride

  No horses  no fences  no battles  no pain
  No soft patient women to stifle the rain
  No circle of powder in the shape of your dreams
  No chance to recapture all of these things

Stroll through nostalgia and swipe a reflection
of lingering hopes and of false history
The panic and blood of a thousand Sioux warriors
cannot wash away the lies and intrigue

  No horses  no fences  no battles  no pain
  No soft patient women to stifle the rain
  No circle of powder in the shape of your dreams
  No chance to recapture all of these things