All the best cowboys ride into the sunset.

They tip their hats and they speak softly to ladies

And they fightfightfight for the good and the right

And they ride out of town on their noble steeds—

But their armor isn't shiny and they don't have swords,

And they're not invincible.

No, they're not invincible at all.

They don't live forever and they rarely live long,

And they ride their horses back into the mists,

And they eat and they drink and they sing their songs

Until the clouds welcome them home.

Their coats are ragged and their bones get broken

And they get up every time they fall,

But they're not invincible.

No, they're not invincible at all.

All the best cowboys live in the dirt,

And they ride around towns trying their best.

Their bodies are bruised and they get old real fast,

They don't know how to stop so they just keep going,

And one day they go too far

Because they're not invincible.

No, they're not invincible at all.

And I'd love to tell you it ends happily.

But sometimes it doesn't.

Because—no one is invincible

And everyone finally falls.