The Rusty Anchor The Shadowed Canyon Tavern

There’s a house built of shadows where the trail meets the sky
Where the dust of the canyon goes to wither and die
The windows are silver, the door is cold oak
And the air smells of whiskey and gunpowder smoke
I saw a young boy there, with a hole in his chest
He was singing of Galway and taking his rest

And beside him a lawman, with a star made of glass
Watching the ghosts of the cavalry pass
Ooh, the lantern is swinging
At the end of the road, where the memories fade
We all drink the wine that the silence has made

The sinner, the saint, and the rogue in the night
Are all equal souls by the candle’s dim light
The moonshine is flowing like a river of gold
For the young who died early and the men who grew old
The boy and his lady, they dance on the floor

No father to hunt them, no locks on the door
The cello is playing a song with no name
Of a wild wooden cross and a flickering flame
We’re all just a story that the prairie wind tells
Between the church organ and the tavern’s loud bells

The lead cannot follow, the law cannot bind
The things that we lost are the things that we find
The mist is coming in, Ma... the mist is so white
One more for the road, then we walk into night