Somewhere, he lost it in a turn
Now trouble seems to fit him like a glove
First come, first served, he's serving it back
He travels light, without a pack, without love

He comes from nowhere
An' he turns on his own
Late for the hanging
Yes, he's headed for the Moon
An' hang 'em high

Leather 'cross his thigh
Blasting out the night
His cap hides his eyes
One eye on the road
Price upon his head
One ear to the ground
He's listening to the dead

He comes from nowhere
An' he turns on his own
Late for the hanging
Yes, he's headed for the Moon
An' hang 'em high

Blind to himself
An' he's laughing up his scheme
Looking back in anger
The city is relieved
Vision of light
Child of the night passing by

Blind to himself
An' he's laughing up his scheme
Looking back in anger
The city is relieved
Vision of light
Child of the night passing by

Leather 'cross his thigh
Blasting out the night
His cap hides his eyes
One eye on the road
Price upon his head
One ear to the ground
He's listening to the dead

He comes from nowhere
An' he turns on his own
Late for the hanging
Yes, he's headed for the Moon
An' hang 'em high