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 gotta 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