He stares out the window. Blank as a canvas. Made up in the sunlight. And swirling smoke and ash. He waits for a breath now. Takin' his time. He sees an eternity. In the blink of an eye. And for him this life is made of time and choices. An endless blend of vistas. Painted bright with memories. The here and now will bow to him. To only serve one purpose. To keep your peace. He takes on the world all in a stride. And your wounds will be his scars. So won't you remember when the night comes. He will need your open arms. For to be invincible he needs your love. He stands in the doorway. Quiet like yesterday. With forgotten thoughts become a mystery. And nightmares locked away. He looks like a gunman. But his view is much too wide. For Such a solution. So he fights. Without a six gun on his side. And all the while his stars and moon shine brightly. Outside the desert wails a curse of rage and jealousy. And yet tomorrow comes along. And shapes to serve his purpose. To keep your peace. He takes on the world all in a stride. And your wounds will be his scars. So won't you remember when the night comes. He will need your open arms. For to be invincible he needs your love. He takes on the world all in a stride. And your wounds will be his scars. So won't you remember when the night comes. He will need your open arms. For to be invincible he needs your love. He takes on the world all in a stride. And your wounds will be his scars. So won't you remember when the night comes. He will need your open arms. For to be invincible he needs your love. For to be invincible he needs your love