All My Heroes Are Cowboys

Who are you paragon?
How can I trust those ribbons
Then how can I trust a carpenter's hands?
Who are you paragon?
How can I trust those ribbons
Then how can I trust a carpenter's hands?
Those aged hands
Those calloused hands
Those hands that I punctured

If faith was a battle then I surely lost the war
If faith was a battle then I surely lost the war
The war...

Now we walk and march, on and on
We walk and march, on and on

I never thought that this journey would take me so long
Would take me so long
I thought that I should have been home by now

The reigning of the wicked: back down!
The reigning of the wicked...
The reigning of the wicked: back down!
The reigning of the wicked...
The reigning of the...