I trace what's left of my cold steel As it twitches Apply the tourniquet tight, savor the moment This might be my last sip of life I see these one hundred miles Of shifting, stirring sand A forsaken man in this strangers' land They've left me for dead I'm so tired of feeling scared But I've got to find a way I've got this gun in my hand I got blood on my tongue As I write dead man's words The word we hear is "There's one man down," and he's alive They ask for volunteers, I raise my hand high I'm sure he'd do the same for me It's three days through the desert heat To save one man's life And I don't even know his name I'm so tired and my thirst is strong I might not make it back alive I've got my gun at my side There's just one fear I can't hide And it's a dead man's words Dead Man's words in the sand Out in the desert, so tired! And I don't even know his name. I will keep my head down! I'm so tired but there's no way out But...ahead! I will not die out in the desert! I will not die! I will keep my head down! How many days pa**? Hard to tell In the desert, the wind says nothing I move, the bullet bites, infected to the bone Will it find its home before me? I pray that you find me soon Before I slip away I'm so tired but I've got to hang on I've just got to make it one more night I've got this gun in my hand I've got blood on my tongue One last time I write dead man's words I'm tired, so tired I keep my head down I'm so tired I will keep my head down Keep my head down