Bare knuckles and a broken smile
Send your numbered days through a cold turnstile
Another grain slips through your hands
Troubled by a dark you don't understand
All thrown up in the pale, blue light
A momentary vision but it goes out of sight
You move to slow, you take another blow
We were born and raised on a rodeo
Star bound traveller, dive into the gravel
We were born and raised on a rodeo
We were born and raised on a rodeo
Stray sessions keep the wolves at bay
For every single action there's a price to pay
Another grain slips through your hands
Cluttering up the space where you stand
All thrown up in the pale, blue light
A momentary vision, then along comes the night
You move to slow ...