Santa Cruz - CLANK OF GEAR lyrics

Dry weeds heel & twist In a breeze sprung from nowhere The man's hanging dead from his rope Staring eyeless at the naked sky Standing trembling in the warm dusk air With his eyes as black as gunbores Pouring tears & flaming with pain The boy's wondering why things end In confusion & hate & curses & blood As far as the eye can see Dust is blowing down the void Like the smoke of distant armies In the running rumble Of moving thunder When lightning flares & thunder cracks The boy rides downcountry In a dull thump of hooves & a weird clank of gear Here's another lost orphan On the barren dusty plain & a long ways from home