Pale Rider

Not a man, nothing more he only knows what he's not
He has a clot in his veins keeping love from his heart
His eyes grow colder with each shoulder turned away in disgrace
His legs are shaking from the wading through the decades of waste
Searching for meaning in any place that he can
He's looking for peace with a gun in his hand

Swing low burning chariot
Pick him up and carry him home
Burn slow fading chariot
Burn slow burn slow

He poured his heart into that California sunset once again
So when morning comes it could rise home in Massachusetts
But his heart is gone, sailing over the pacific
I guess he's wrong, home is never where your heart is after all.

She's not a goddess she's a statue and she's stuck in one place
She's a one woman cult and the mirror's her faith
She can't pass by it without crying falling down to her knees
She prays to who ever listens to change what she sees

Swing low
So I guess he's wrong home is never where your heart is
Burn slow
So I guess she's wrong home is never where your heart is
Swing low
They poured their hearts into the road that they traveled on
Burn Slow
So I guess they're wrong home is never where your heart belongs

Swing low burning chariot
Pick him up and carry him home
Burn slow fading chariot
Burn slow burn slow

He poured his heart into that California sunset once again
So when morning comes it could rise home in Massachusetts
But his heart is gone, sailing over the pacific
I guess he's wrong, home is never where your heart is after all.

His name was death and hell followed with him
Walking through fire his feet burned and blistered
He called for help but no one would listen

His name was death and hell followed with him
Walking through fire his feet burned and blistered
So he called to his demons and dragged them down with him