Lyrics

It kind of sounds like thunder
from the town over the next hill
i'm riding under
a sky that's feeling too still
the wind speaks in whispers
the hoofbeats are so subtle
a gentle touch from my spurs
i'm riding into trouble

The street's deserted
but for five men near the shadow
where the disconcerted
watch but keep their heads low
the moment there's a flicker
my hand goes to my side
if i'm the one who's quicker
i continue on with my ride

Same town
same way
same man
But a different day

There's no horses out here
no thunder from the next hill
i go where i steer
but the sky is feeling too still
i'm so tired of standing ready
like the load i bear is double
i just move ahead steady
i'm riding into trouble
riding into trouble