Sizzle on the grill at four
Regulars walk through the door
Coffee steam and greasy plates
While the wild horizon waits
Steel in hand and wind in hair
Breathe the heavy mountain air
Ride the beast across the sand
Mapping out a lawless land
Wiping down the counter top
Where the city rhythms stop
I see scales and jagged bone
In a world I call my own
Steel in hand and wind in hair
Breathe the heavy mountain air
Ride the beast across the sand
Mapping out a lawless land
Storms are rolling in the west
Putting every blade to test
Scent of ozone, salt and brine
Crossing over every line
Toss the salt and flip the meat
Feel the rhythm of the beat
Far away from diner lights
Hunting through the velvet nights
Leather boots and heavy gear
Facing down a primal fear
Golden eyes in thicket green
Cruelest sight I've ever seen
Steel in hand and wind in hair
Breathe the heavy mountain air
Ride the beast across the sand
Mapping out a lawless land
Sling the blade and close the shop
Until the heavy hammers drop
Counting coins and pouring brew
Waiting for the hunt to renew
Steel in hand and wind in hair
Breathe the heavy mountain air
Ride the beast across the sand
Mapping out a lawless land
Just a cook in a small town.
Put the heavy weapon down.
