The ghosts on his shoulders
Whisper stories from the past
Although he's getting older
His ghosts are built to last
Suddenly he noticed
He noticed you
Suddenly he's contemplating
Things he thought he'd never do

The guns in his holsters
Hung low on his hips
Killin's a young man's game
Think I've had enough of it
Suddenly he noticed
He noticed you
Suddenly he's contemplating
Things he thought he'd never do

Digging in the dirt
Planting seeds
Raising a house
Building a family
Bringing in the harvest
Just in the nick of time
Your children growing
Knowing that together you'd be fine

The street it was empty
Not a soul to be seen
A young man stood tall in the road
No more than eighteen
Said I, "Are you Mr. John Munroe?"
And introduced himself
Both men were quick on the draw
But like an old Redwood John fell

A woman came running
Cross the street through the mud
Lifted John's head out of the dirt
And said "Are you leaving me for good?"
Suddenly he whispered
Whispered clear and true
"You know all I've been thinking about
Since I set my eyes on you"