30 September 1992 SC
I know you have a map...
Desperadoes don't leave trails,
but you found me anyway.
I thought I was safeup here,
having fled to these hills
after that last gunfight.
It's dark and cool
so I could rest and sleep
while I waited
for the fever to pass.
I thought I was going to make it,
healing in the shade.
The buzzards don't bother me much,
they don't care to talk.
Then...early one morning,
before dawn,
I saw a light from far away.
I followed it for a long time,
until it was close enough
for me to see...
it was you.
for the first time in years,
I wanted to come home.