Pale Sun
by Michael Timmins (from the Cowboy Junkies web site)
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Fifty miles from Dakota territory
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Cheyenne scalp hangs from his belt
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Found him alone washing in the Bighorn
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a steady aim and he bagged his game
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Pale sun falls without contest
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Here is obedient darkness
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He will not return
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White Cadillac, white man at the wheel,
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white faces on the mountain, wounds that will never heal
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Black clouds overhead, old man says looks like rain
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Thieves' Road winds to the Black Hills sign says South Dakota, U.S.A.
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Grass plains stretch to the horizon,
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not a soul can be found on them
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They will not return
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Old rusted pickup and a mad dog in the yard,
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purple paint peels but fails to reveal the bitterness that grows inside
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Cloud of dust in the distance, strange knock beneath my hood
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Is it better to have words left unsaid than to have words misunderstood?
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Pale sun falls without contest
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Here is obedient darkness
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It will return
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I know it will return
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It will return.