Give my badge and gun,
Give me the road that I may run,
Give me that peaceful-wandering free I used to know,


I've waited all I can,
But I'm just not a patient man,

And I've been hiding here for seven months or so,

Hand me down my golden light,

And grab the winter one at that,
You never know how long I'll be away,


Give me my badge and gun,
Give me the songs that I once sung,
Give me those jet-black, kick-back, lay down nights alone.


This house is safe and warm,
But I was made to chase the storm,

Taking the whole world on with big ole' empty arms.

Tell my friends I tried my best,

That one day I just up and left,
They probably saw it coming anyway,


The lock is on the silver door.
I can't remember what it's for,
I ain't been down those stairs in oh so long,

So, so long.

Give me my badge and gun,

Give me the road that I must run,
Give me that peaceful-wandering free I used to know,


The copy of your key is hanging where it used to be,
Good as you've always been to me,
The life I need to lead,

Is somewhere out there, crawling over those hills