Well the saddest set of eyes that I ever hope to see
Are resting at the river right across the fire from me
They talk of glory in the ghetto and watch their loved ones ride away
On tired horses off to Heaven while they send their children off to play
If wild horses ran forever, there'd be no reason to slow down
So I send my lovin' on the wind, child, and I plant my own feet on the ground
I know you learn to fill the spaces of all the souls you didn't save
You hear those tired footsteps trudging between the ghettos and the grave
And I've loved too many desperados with hearts of hatred and desire
To ever glorify the sadness behind those eyes across the fire
Your empty shot-glass on the table, I watch you search your coat for dimes
And sing those same old songs of glory you've sung alone a thousand times
Between the emptiness of reason and your wildly beating heart
Maybe you'll go out guns-a-blazin' and tear this whole damn world apart