Tytuł: PALE SUN

• Wykonawca: Cowboy Junkies
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Fifty miles from Dakota territory
  Cheyenne scalp hangs from his belt
  Found him alone washing in the Bighorn
  a steady aim and he bagged his game
  
  Pale sun falls without contest
  Here is obedient darkness
  He will not return
  
  White Cadillac, white man at the wheel,
  white faces on the mountain,
  wounds that will never heal
  Black clouds overhead, old man says
  looks like rain
  Thieves' Road winds to the Black Hills sign
  says South Dakota, U.S.A.
  
  Grass plains stretch to the horizon,
  not a soul can be found on them
  They will not return
  
  Old rusted pickup and a mad dog in the yard,
  purple paint peels but fails to reveal
  the bitterness that grows inside
  Cloud of dust in the distance,
  strange knock beneath my hood
  Is it better to have words left unsaid
  than to have words misunderstood?
  
  Pale sun falls without contest
  Here is obedient darkness
  It will return
  I know it will return
  It will return