Let’s ride where the hills meet the moon.
Let’s ride where the hills meet the moon.
We have smoke and blankets for the night.
We have smoke and blankets for the night.
I’ll ride to where the moon meets the hills
And we’ll blanket the night in smoke.

I partner with the Devil in many costumes.
I partner with the Devil in many costumes.
Our fathers’ ghosts rise to spread our stories.
Our fathers’ ghosts rise to spread our stories.
Our fathers’ ghosts partner with the Devil
To spread our stories in many costumes. Rise.

Let’s forget what the machine age made.
Let’s forget what the machine age made.
Together we’ll forge the invisible West.
Together we’ll forge the invisible West.
In the invisible West, let’s forge together.
We’ll forget what the machine age made.

In the invisible West, we’ll ride to where the
moon meets the hills; I’ll blanket the night
with The Devil in many costumes. Our fathers’
ghosts, in smoke, will spread our stories,
partner; the machine age will forget
we forged together what we made.