Bandito callin’

There goes another bandit runnin’ wild
Runnin’ to the hills, reaching for the sky
Stable in the reach of another mile
Dusty in the fields, stormy is the night

Driven by the ways of the give and take
Cuttin’ through the rage of a given day
Something’s up ahead, something’s on the way
Something’s on the tail, might be yesterday

He’s livin’ with this feeling
That a life’s passed him by
That his days turn to years
Like the day turns to night
That the trail’s never endin’
Like the stretch of a mile
How there ain’t no returning when out of bound all the while
He’s hearin’ – bandito callin’
His life’s a trail of the wind that wails