There’s a trail cuts deep through the badlands wide,
Where the silence speaks and the shadows hide.
Old folks warn when the moon hangs low,
That’s when that pale-eyed mustang shows!
No brand, no mark on his ghost-white frame,
No man alive ever learned his name.
You feel that pull like a whispered plea,
Callin’ you out where you shouldn’t be!
(Chorus)
Follow that mustang into the night,
You won’t come back by the morning light!
He won’t chase you, he won’t make a sound,
But he’ll lead you where you can’t turn around!
A desperado with a reckless pride,
Said no wild thing could break his stride.
Swore he’d ride it, break it in,
Swore he’d ride that ghost through wind!
His trail ran thin where the dry earth split,
Then not a sign… not a trace of it.
Just empty ground and a lonesome breeze,
And his story joins more memories!
(Chorus)
Follow that mustang into the night,
You won’t come back by the morning light!
He won’t chase you, he won’t make a sound,
But he’ll lead you where you can’t turn around!
Now riders come with that same old fire,
Chasin’ ghosts of a lost desire.
They see that mustang look so grand,
Then disappear in that endless land.
(Bridge)
Some say it’s freedom gone too far
Chasin’ ghosts of who you are
Where lost and free just blur the line
And truth gets swallowed up by time
Every soul that disappeared
Was runnin’ from what they always feared
(Chorus)
Follow that mustang into the night,
You won’t come back by the morning light!
He won’t chase you, he won’t make a sound,
But he’ll lead you where you can’t turn around!
Follow that mustang into the night,
You won’t come back by the morning light!
He won’t chase you, he won’t make a sound,
But he’ll lead you where you can’t turn around!
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