Fell awake into this war state

Nothing to recognise

No mistaking I've been forsaken

This one last time

If there's a plan and if there's a hand

It ain't reaching out enough for me

Well, I'm tired of building character

I'm sick of being strong

But I'll keep picking up the pieces

Put them back where they belong

Walked away from this crash landing

Last one standing, first one down

Gets a little brighter

When you find a fighter

In a face as dim as the setting sun

This is how the west was won

This is how the west was won

My jeans are faded

My horse is waiting for me to ride

The stars are gleaming

My heart is screaming

Run faster to make it out alive

Now I'm wishing for more ammunition

To hold my ground

And find what I'm missing

Walked away from this crash landing

Last one standing, first one down

Gets a little brighter

When you find a fighter

In a face as dim as the setting sun

This is how the west was won ....