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