I was born a 20th century man
With more dreams than I could understand
Just floating ideas like the clouds
Keeping me lonesome in a crowd…
Yet still I ride against the wind
The rain washing my soul from within
A 20th century cowboy without a horse
No directions, plans or followed course…
Memories of better men
Than I see today
Hard-lived faces, hearts of Gold
Time to show a stranger the way…
Sure, I’ve had my share of mistakes
Things I have said and done
But now I’m old – maybe wise
Realise there’s no place to run
Running from my myself most of my life
From truths I refused to face
Time’s catching up – Hunting me down
God’s bounty hunter leads the chase
Ride I will through the storm
Into the moonless darkest night
A 20th century frontier man
That will never give up the fight
A 20th century frontier man
Slowly riding out of sight…
M.C. Bolton, Christmas 2023