Sierra madre

Desert tales and sidewalk stories – pearlwhite skulls of Broken dreams
Beyond the path of consequences life ain´t always what it Seems
The truth is like a tumbleweed - past the point of no Return
We become what we once chose to be while the bridges Behind us burn

“Countdown” : 3 2 1 0

All the endless miles of bad road – all the pleasure - all The pain
All the words we yell in anger - all the tears we cry in Vain
All the questions never answered – all the lonely hours, Too
All the reasons for whatever and the evil that men do – Sierra Madre

All the million times I was way too wrong to admit that Someone else was right
All the hours my own worst enemy was my selfish foolish Pride
So adios, my dear compadres, it´s so hard to say goodbye
But I´m damned to be a searcher - until the day I die

“Countdown” : 3 2 1 0

All the endless miles of bad road – all the pleasure - all The pain
All the words we yell in anger - all the tears we cry in Vain
All the questions never answered – all the lonely hours, Too
All the reasons for whatever and the evil that men do – Sierra Madre