Sun hangs high (just around noon)
Over bones of past in south desert sand
Outlaws and Indians mingle in town
Billy is in the saloon with a memory

He wants one thing more than anything
Slamming jack back (forgetting everything)
Barkeep brings him a pint and says,
"Hey, this one's on me"
He'll post signs for you return
While drinking down the liquor burn

Shes beauitufl in every way.
He speaks of his love every passing day
Awake in the mourning without her presence
Eyes in a clinch, moment becomes tense
Waiting for a word of a witness
(if only to tell her how she missed)
he asks the town and they reply,
"Hey Billy, this is no time to cry."

He'll post signs for your return
While drinking down the liquor burn
Notification is right on time
just enough to prove it's not too late

He dashes forward through
the desolate desert lands,
Considering the risks involved,
thinking of his true love.

Not gonna' give up,
gonna' fight, gonna' make it through
Cause she might be gone,
but she cant be lost Not gonna' guve up,
gonna' fight, gonna' make it through
Cause its never too late