Landed in the Wild West, a cowboy from Mars
Blind to the chaos, yet seeing the scars
Met the cowboys, guns and gold in their eyes
But found peace with the tribes under open skies

In the land of the brave, the fierce frontier
Saw the truth of life, in the faces near

The Blind Cowboy from Mars, saw through the guise
Of expansion and greed, where true beauty lies
In the heart of the land, where the buffalo roam
With the tribes of old, he found his true home

Cowboys chasing dreams, leaving dust in their wake
Building towns on bones, for power's sake
But the tribes knew the land, every river and tree
Living in harmony, where the spirit's free

Amidst the gunfights and the gold rush schemes
Saw a world of balance, more than wild dreams

The Blind Cowboy from Mars, saw through the guise
Of expansion and greed, where true beauty lies
In the heart of the land, where the buffalo roam
With the tribes of old, he found his true home

From dusty saloons to the open plains
Left the cowboy life, shed the chains
In the wisdom of the elders, found a new song
In the ways of the tribes, where he belonged

The Blind Cowboy from Mars, saw through the guise
Of expansion and greed, where true beauty lies
In the heart of the land, where the buffalo roam
With the tribes of old, he found his true home

So here's to the wisdom, in the stories we tell
Of a Martian cowboy, who saw through the shell
In the old frontier, where legends are born
He found his peace, away from the scorn