Desperado, you re my hero
Riding horses made of clay
The river widens for the fortunate few
Like you, so tragic and true

Deperado, where have you gone to?
Now that I need someone like you
Walked a million lonely miles
Passed a million lonely smiles
But it s the heart that grows alone
That leaves us cold

Now this is me here, biding my time
Walking my line, straight and free
Singing my songs, hoping that you ll sing along
Desperado, there s no one left but you
It s the Last Desperado Song