Текст песни Ballad of the Broken (with Kitchen Dwellers) - Mihali

I've been tired of sitting 'round
So damn tired of hanging out
It seems I've overstayed my welcome in this town
Too many banks and all the trains
They won't stop till I'm in chains
It seems my luck has finally trickled out

Maybe I'll head out west to California
Let the golden sunshine warm my scars
Or maybe I'll head straight to Colorado
And find me a mountain girl to fill my heart

Not sure when I got it wrong
But I regret all what I've done
It seems all the riches still can't fill the hole
All the woman guns and drink
Can't cure my lonesome brain
My heart was ripped out many years ago

Maybe I'll head out west to California
Let the golden sunshine warm my scars
Or maybe I'll head straight to Colorado
And find me a mountain girl to fill my heart

To be free in the wilds of Virginia
Let the southern breeze kiss my skin
Or finally make it back to the eastern velvet sky
And find the home that made me who I am

All the pain and tears and angry years reflect my weary face
And all the while that little child inside me was erased
All the ways and means and broken dreams
Were never out of place
'Cause my soul was sold and lost to gold
Refinanced and replaced

Maybe I'll head out west to California
Let the golden sunshine warm my scars
Or maybe I'll head straight to Colorado
And find me a mountain girl to fill my heart

Maybe I'll head straight into El Paso
To kill the man that took my child and wife
Or maybe I'll just ride into the sunset
'Cause this old cowboy's done with fighting life

Fighting life
Said I'm gonna head out
Ride till sunrise
See you on the other side