Silverado Days

Me and I Yeah, we're going your way Sound the trumpets and open the gates No angels there to greet me They can't breathe And they won't see me And I'll do, I'll do, But a little won't help you now I'll do I was a kid and you were my hero Bathed in rhinestones and brand new chinos I was young, drunk and easy We would duel, but our holsters were empty And I'll do, I'll do, But a little won't help you now I'll do Along the wayside gonna change our names They're easily replaced It comes on heavy like a symphony at the cinema 'Cause even though we don't mean what we say We throw our words like bombs and hand grenades Arms are weighing like a monument That comes and goes in time Like highway signs we post along the way We wonder where they've gone 'Cause even though we don't mean what we say We throw our words like bombs and hand grenades --- Silverado Days - Beulah