Big Sky Land by Kaleidobolt Lyrics

Down the road with dry eyes now, I’m a wayward saint
This town between you and me, came rumbling down like rain
Times are changing with decent pace, at least the sky is fine
Fine line of your pride and I might
Have secured my days in bright light

Fort to fort away down yonder, across the black stream of unjust
Will it be me to judge who can try his luck?
Letters short journeys long, that’s all I care
Big sky land and a see of grass
Place where murder wants to grow old