Paroles de Nevada Fighter

Facing left, facing right Saves the rest, Nevada fights Left on the desert out in the cold He thought Sam would remember But he was too old And the bygone, half-grown, high-flown cyclone rides Saving day, saving night Spends the rest, Nevada fights Left on the highway outside of town He thought someone would answer But no one was around And the bygone, half-grown, high-flown cyclone rides Lonely start, lonely time Lonely heart, Nevada dies Land of the people drying in the sun Waiting for the promised help That never seemed to come And the bygone, half-grown, high-flown cyclone rides