The Wanderer

Johnny Cash, R.I.P.

you hurt us all today
see that we all feel
we focus on our pain
it throbs cold, all this is real.

why does everyone we love
go away in the end.

sole voice
meandering horizon
comes beneath your black boot
the wanderer is lost
sunset came too soon

and as you search
for your beloved june
may you find that final peace
with your bible and your gun

who will guide us now
who will be our man in black?