A Dead Man’s Words Queensrÿche

I trace what's left of my cold steel
As it twitches
Apply the tourniquet tight, savor the moment
This might be my last sip of life

I see these one hundred miles
Of shifting, stirring sand
A forsaken man in this strangers' land
They've left me for dead

I'm so tired of feeling scared
But I've got to find a way
I've got this gun in my hand
I got blood on my tongue
As I write dead man's words

The word we hear is
"There's one man down," and he's alive
They ask for volunteers, I raise my hand high
I'm sure he'd do the same for me

It's three days through the desert heat
To save one man's life
And I don't even know his name

I'm so tired and my thirst is strong
I might not make it back alive
I've got my gun at my side
There's just one fear I can't hide
And it's a dead man's words
Dead Man's words in the sand