In the heart of the desert, where the wild winds roam,
A cowboy stands lonely, far away from home.
With a hat pulled low and boots worn thin,
He’s got a tale to tell, where love can’t begin.

"Listen here, darlin’, hear my plea,
Don’t fall for a drifter like me.
If you love a ghost, you’ll be left to cry,
And all you’ll see are those neon eyes.

When the moonlight glimmers on a dancefloor bright,
You’ll search for...