Shy was a man known for his word
With his gun at his side
Heard around the world
Stunned and startled
By a worried girl
But the hour hand stopped
And so they both hurried on
They lived by sunsets
Died by dawn
Shy thought nothing in his young head was wrong
It was a fortunate wind that took all night long
To prove what he did
To lose his lid
Now bears more hype
Than a gambler's bid
So Shy lit a match
And told that whole handsome story
Of his first good catch
And like lovers in summer
Or the workers at dawn
The day pa**es everyone
Like a lonesome river's song
And already ash was the windblown pipe
Soldiered by poets
Who ensure the good life
'Cause they speak as though they know it
And refuse to deny it
And then wakened when they show it
While Shy is too quiet to reply
So now there's a man known for what he's lost
He crossed no boundaries
And he cursed at the world
He begged and borrowed
For dollar bill black pearls
To be in love