Blind Spot

If you believe it’s gold, then it’s gold
Any two-bit appraiser will tell you so
Alchemical prize for the last of the Western rush

She used to say it all the time
But years passed and now it’s mine
Erasing you was easy
Once I figured it out and now
That you’re gone completely

I am the last monument standing
When you wake you will remember everything

Running slowly through a dream
Half blind and screaming, screaming
Where’s he off to with that gun?
Imagining is no fun, no fun

I should have vanished upstate
There wasn’t much to come back to anyway
Nothing new, it’s always been the same
But now it just feels too late

Running faster through the scene
When you wake you will remember everything

Let’s call it off
Don’t think you want
Want what you want

Running faster through the scene
Eyes shut and screaming, screaming
'Til my face turns red
Why do they shoot horses
When it’s just a broken leg?