Facing left, facing right
Saves the rest, Nevada fights
Left on the desert out in the cold

He thought Sam would remember
But he was too old
And the bygone, half-grown, high-flown cyclone rides


Saving day, saving night
Spends the rest, Nevada fights

Left on the highway outside of town
He thought someone would answer
But no one was around

And the bygone, half-grown, high-flown cyclone rides

Lonely start, lonely time

Lonely heart, Nevada dies
Lands of the people drying in the sun
Waiting for the promised help

That never seemed to come
And the bygone, half-grown, high-flown cyclone rides