I saw your rope and held out a hope 
that you'd try and lasso me. 
I bore the thought if you pulled me taught 
I'd never want setting free. 
The heat haze of history 
can't distort or dissolve 
the falcons above. 
They're memories of what I once was. 
The memories of what I once was. 
You showed me off like a trophy shot 
with a forty four caliber kiss. 
And now every drink you buy holds the stink 
of the wasted youth that I miss. 
The sandstorms of time 
can't bury or blind 
the falcons above. 
They're memories of what I once was. 
The memories of what I once was. 
Am I better or am I worse? 
Is freedom blessed or is it a curse?. 
Each turn breeds guilt. 
Decisions made 
and blood is spilt. 
It's kill or be killed. 
The heat haze of history 
can't distort or dissolve 
the falcons above. 
They're memories of what I once was. 
The memories of what I once was