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.