Through the whispering times
And the Moon's cold glare
Rides a shadow figure
With a hollow stare

His spurs still jingle
Though his boots touch no ground
Chasing justice lost
Where none can be found

He wore the badge of a lawman
Once proud
But the blood on his hands
Drew a darker cloud

The outlaw he sought
Slept into the black
Now he hunts the same trail
Never turning back

Hollow Spurs, the echo in the night
A restless soul caught in an endless fight
The trail runs cold, but he won't let it fade
A ghost of vengeance by his own hand made

In the still of the night
The coyotes wail
As his figure fades down
The ghostly trail

His justice long gone
His purpose unclear
But the sound of his spurs
Linger sharp near

Hollow spurs, the echo in the night
A restless soul caught in an endless fight
The trail runs cold, but he won't let it fade
A ghost of vengeance by his own hand made

No man whispers tails
Of his mournful ride
Through the canyons bones
Where the shadows hide

No sunrise greets him
And don't really see
Just the endless pursue
Of what cannot be

Hollow spurs, the echo in the night
A restless soul caught in an endless fight
The trail runs cold, but he won't let it fade
A ghost of vengeance by his own hand made

Hollow spurs, the echo in the night
A restless soul caught in an endless fight
The trail runs cold, but he won't let it fade
A ghost of vengeance by his own hand made