[Intro]

(Slow, tremolo guitar riff)

(Sound of a whip crack and distant gulls)

[Verse 1]

The sun is a coin in a dead man’s hand

Redder than clay on the Rio Grande

I traded my spurs for a coat of brine

Left the dry dirt and the columbine

The tide is a posse that never sleeps

And the water is a secret that the devil keeps

[Chorus]

Oh, the blue is a desert with no place to hide

Ride the white horses on a graveyard tide

No dust on my boots, just the rot and the foam

When the deep is your master, you got no home

Yeah, the Pacific is a long, cold rope

For a man who’s run out of gunpowder and hope

[Verse 2]

The masts are like gallows against the grey

Waiting for the wind to blow the sins away

There’s no law out here past the breaking surf

Just the shifting sand and the kelp-green earth

The whales are the buffalo of the shelf

And every man’s a ghost of his former self

[Chorus]

Oh, the blue is a desert with no place to hide

Ride the white horses on a graveyard tide

No dust on my boots, just the rot and the foam

When the deep is your master, you got no home

Yeah, the Pacific is a long, cold rope

For a man who’s run out of gunpowder and hope

[Bridge]

(Whistling melody, Morricone style)

No trail to follow

No tracks to find

Just the hollow swallow

Of the waves behind

[Instrumental Solo]

(Distorted surf guitar, heavy reverb, rhythmic woodblock)

[Outro]

Keep rowing, outlaw

The horizon’s a bluff

The ocean’s a hollow

And it’s never enough

(Fades out with the sound of a tolling bell buoy)