When all my days are done
And the western sea sets the sun
When all is said and done
I am a western son
I grow so tired of these little white lies
Kicking a proud dog with the weight of its kind (?)
I’ve seen this rootless wander become the end of a line
You know it’s a strange breed that volunteers its demise
When all my days are done
And the western sea sets the sun
When all is said and done
I am a western son
I’ve seen many good men give their hearts to the east
Turn their thoughts and damn the milk from their own mother’s breast
The grain withers on the stalk as they curse the strain
Darkness will close in on any seed that remains
When all my days are done
And the western sea sets the sun
When all is said and done
I am a western son