Somewhere, he lost it in a turn
Now trouble seems to fit him like a glove
First come, first served, he´s serving it back
He travels light, without a pack, without love

He comes from nowhere an´ he turns on his own
Late for the hanging, yes he´s headed for the moon
An´ hang ´em high

Leather ´cross his thighs
Blasting out the night, his cap hides his eyes
One eye on the road, price upon his head
One ear to the ground, he´s listening to the dead

He comes from nowhere an´ he turns on his own
Late for the hanging, yes he´s headed for the moon
An´ hang ´em high

Blind to himself, an´ he´s laughing up his scheme
Looking back in anger, the city is relieved
Vision of light, child of the night passing by

(Solo Guitarra)

Blind to himself, he´s laughing up his scheme
Looking back in anger, the city is relieved
A vision of light, child of the night passing by

Leather ´cross his thigh
Blasting out the night, his cap hides his eyes
One eye on the road, price upon his head
One ear to the ground, he´s listening to the dead

He comes from nowhere, an´ he turns on his own
Late for the hanging, yes he´s headed for the moon
An´ hang ´em high