Weak from traveling tired and thirsty

He's been two years on the road

In pursuit of one who left him

And the man with whom she rode

In his bag lies a revolver

In his eyes, there's only hate

And he's angered to discover

Once again he's arrived too late

On, on and on

He'll be gone in the morning

On till it's gone

All the reason for his mourning, yeah

It was evening late December

When he finally tracked them down

In a cold flat, they surrendered

Within moments, two shots rang out

Now his searching has been ended

And his reason for living too

As the year closed that December

It claimed his life and his soul too