A man on his own, he will travel so far in search of his destiny Looking for something he just couldn't find among society Heading for mountains, he crosses the plains Holding his fate, his Hawken and reins A fine horse under on which he'll depend A freedom more precious than life to defend
There's more to a man than the skins on his back This understanding we continue to lack in these Modern times, modern times
Facing the elements, taking their toll Times have come when he's come face to face with his soul Or is it his demons that come out to taunt In the campfire shadows that have long ceased to haunt
There's more to a man than the skins on his back This understanding we continue to lack in these Modern times, modern times
A man on his own will travel so far in search of his destiny Looking for something he just couldn't find among societyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
