A Dead Man's Words

I trace what's left of my cold steel

As it twitches

Apply the tourniquet tight, savor the moment

This might be my last sip of life

I see these one hundred miles

Of shifting, stirring sand

A forsaken man in this strangers' land

They've left me for dead

I'm so tired of feeling scared

But I've got to find a way

I've got this gun in my hand

I got blood on my tongue

As I write dead man's words

The word we hear is

"There's one man down," and he's alive

They ask for volunteers, I raise my hand high

I'm sure he'd do the same for me

It's three days through the desert heat

To save one man's life

And I don't even know his name

I'm so tired and my thirst is strong

I might not make it back alive

I've got my gun at my side

There's just one fear I can't hide

And it's a dead man's words

Dead Man's words in the sand

Out in the desert, so tired!

And I don't even know his name.

I will keep my head down!

I'm so tired but there's no way out

but... ahead!

I will not die out in the desert!

I will not die!

I will keep my head down!

How many days pass? Hard to tell

In the desert, the wind says nothing

I move, the bullet bites, infected to the bone

Will it find its home before me?

I pray that you find me soon

Before I slip away

I'm so tired but I've got to hang on

I've just got to make it one more night

I've got this gun in my hand

I've got blood on my tongue

One last time I write dead man's words

I'm tired, so tired

I keep my head down

I'm so tired

I will keep my head down

Keep my head down