My old time friend
Our wildest days
Were caught in the wind
Now they've all flown away
And it's just me here now to make the miles
Add up to a lifelong road
I'll try to keep the wheel steady as she goes
The Lone Ranger still rides
And I hope he's having fun
But with every passing season I'm running out of reasons
Running out of reasons to run
It's a ghost life I live
On this open road
Come passing through towns where for years no one would ever go
Of love I've been in deep
And it hurt like hell
Now I can barely stay a week before I start to learn it all too well
The Lone Ranger still rides
And I hope he's having fun
But with every passing season I'm running out of reasons
Running out of reasons to run
I don't mind wasting time
It don't matter much to me
So take these hands, throw them
Up into the wind and
Let me go to seed
Well, I'm all packed up
With everything I own
Won't you call me up next spring
I might be back this way, you never know
The Lone Ranger still rides
And I hope he's having fun
But with every passing season I'm running out of reasons
Running out of reasons, I'm running out of reasons
Running out of reasons to run