Matt Duncan Lone Ranger
Home's been stranger since you've been gone
Hey, lone ranger, didn't think you'd be gone so long
Some of us, it's nothing new
Got one or working on two
Just waiting for the other shoe
Tell me friend, how do you do?
All these faces, they've faded to gray
Some jokers, some aces, but they're already played
But I hear that the world is wide
How are things on the other side?
No, it's never too late to ride
Or find out that you'll be alright
Feels like a small town
Like I know every inch of ground
For such a small town
I couldn't say where its heart is found
It's just so strange how
I'm moving up while I'm coming down
It's just so strange now
You look back and then you look around
It's just so