Appearing with everything he had
Cutting his soul out
He’d been fighting alone

He went to fight his worst nightmares
Without looking back
Without a goodbye

The last call reappears at the gates
Of an unfair misery
He’d been trying to call for help
Calling for someone, calling from The West

The scene gets set, the door is closed
A new transmission
That no one knows

Eastwood’s style, a killer mood
Frontal opening, a gun all loaded

The last call reappears at the gates
Of an unfair misery
He’d been trying to call for help
Calling for someone, calling from The West

A killer mood, a west-side code
A cocktail feeling, down the road
A case reopen, a minute slowed
A television episode

The last call reappears at the gates
Of an unfair misery
He’d been trying to call for help
Calling for someone, calling from The West