Sun hangs high (just around noon) Over bones of past in south desert sand Outlaws and Indians mingle in town Billy is in the saloon with a memory He wants one thing more than anything Slamming jack back (forgetting everything) Barkeep brings him a pint and says, "Hey, this one's on me" He'll post signs for you return While drinking down the liquor burn Shes beauitufl in every way. He speaks of his love every passing day Awake in the mourning without her presence Eyes in a clinch, moment becomes tense Waiting for a word of a witness (if only to tell her how she missed) he asks the town and they reply, "Hey Billy, this is no time to cry." He'll post signs for your return While drinking down the liquor burn Notification is right on time just enough to prove it's not too late He dashes forward through the desolate desert lands, Considering the risks involved, thinking of his true love. Not gonna' give up, gonna' fight, gonna' make it through Cause she might be gone, but she cant be lost Not gonna' guve up, gonna' fight, gonna' make it through Cause its never too late