Owen McMahon - Ancient Kinda Man Lyrics

3 a.m. don't feel romantic, just condemned
To a life like an abandoned epic poem
Kids in cars cling to a sliver of the promise
Underdogs with the weariest of hope
They curse town limits and the locked gates in their mind
Lament, repent for all the things they're not
Not quite tougher than those kids from down the road
No saviors, pioneers or astronauts

They just grow older with their dreaming
To break a bold and brand new west
If not a lion or a brave, babe
At least a good heart and a quest

To wake one morning to a red sky up above
Dark clouds rising and you're out there on your own
To face the madness and the fury of the storm
Gone too far from shore to turn for home
Beyond the boundaries and enlightened by pursuit
With just you head, your hands and heart to hold you through
To step just once against the meanest of conditions
And live or die by what you were born to do

But they say that hammer aint for you kid
It's too late to live or think like that
People just don't talk that way no more
And anyway there aint no new west left

The big bad future talks of struggles, cracks its knuckles
I got all I've ever known behind my heels
I need something like an answer or a victory
To know not just what it is but how it feels
So to the well and to the wheels and to the west
Take my hard luck hope headlong to the promised land
Hurl myself against the madness and the fury
Live or die just like some ancient kinda man