It Breaks The Young Men

Lyrics

The burning of that stare From the woman She stands cobra black On the horizon And darkness thrown in her path Gray and true blue flash From the motel sign She ties up her hat on the platform And is crying And the archery of them eyes Like fire through the darkness Breaks the young men It breaks the young men It breaks the young men It breaks the young men It breaks the young men It breaks the young men It breaks the young men It breaks the young men