Текст песни All My Heroes Are Cowboys

Who are you paragon? How can I trust those ribbons if I cannot trust a carpenters hands? Aged hands, calloused hands, those hands that I punctured. If faith was a battle then I surely lost the war. Now we walk and march, on and on. I never thought that this journey would take me so long. I thought that I would be home by now. The reigning of the wicked must back down.