Der Auftakt des Westerns: ein Retter, den jede Stadt braucht und keine behalten will. Er räumt ihre Straßen auf, lebt in ihren Köpfen und reitet weiter mit dem Staub an den Stiefeln.
The sheriff was sweating through leather and pride
Said "Stranger, we're bleeding, the wolves live inside"
Kids hid in the alleys, learned fear as a game
I asked for some water and they looked at me with sad eyes
They don't ask who I am
They just ask if I stay
They don't care what it costs
Long as the danger goes away
I leave dust on my boots when I step in the light
Every town needs a miracle, calls it a fight
They pray when I ride in, they breathe when I aim
But I never unpack, I just shoulder the blame
I leave dust on my boots, I don't sleep in their beds
I clean up their streets, then I live in their heads
They cheer when I stand, then forget who I am
I'm a cure for the fear, I'm a ghost for the land
I love bars with pianos, but this one missed some keys
Like the smiles in the room, like the truth they don't see
Old men with their stories, all sharp at the edge
'Bout a town that was golden 'fore it learned how to beg
There's blood in the gutters from deals in the back
Gold dust in the pockets of men in the black
They want me to fix it, then vanish by dawn
Like storms that feel holy 'til the houses are gone
If I stay, I become what they need
If I leave, I become what they fear
Every bullet I fire builds a wall
Every wall tells me I don't belong here
I leave dust on my boots when I step in the light
Every town needs a savior that don't need a life
They sing of my shadow, they drink to my name
I leave dust on my boots, keep the road in my veins
I don't stay for the thank you, I stay for the flames
When the sun hits the street and the silence is proof
I ride out of town with the dust on my boots
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