I know how it works
And how they fit in your scheme
The weight of the backpack
And the empty canteen
But I know something else
And that’s the sound of the scream
When they found her body lying
By the edge of the stream

You’re just armchair, homeschool retirees
Saturday, Sunday
You’re vigilantes
If you ever saw a real face
And let it breeze
You’d cower in the corner
Of your RV

Hiding in the dark
With a code of his own
It’s Omar Little, of the desert zone
Stand back, hold up
And aim at the brain
He’s taking bales and scales
From players of the game

You can hear it over there
But you can’t see it anywhere
The sky is dim and the clouds are gone
You think you see the break of another dawn

But it’s gone, gone, it’s gone, it’s gone

It’s the Sunset Limited
It’s the Sunset Limited
It’s the Sunset Limited

And it’s gone, gone, it’s gone, it’s gone

If you want evidence that things have gone too far
Take a look at the soldier from the National Guard
Who went down to Arizona with her gear all stowed
To die in the heat building the border road

And the mess don’t stop with just human affairs
Please take a look at the lions and the bears
Or the men who caught the jaguar they’re sworn to protect
To find it dead weeks later, their collar round its neck

The guard asks the woman for I.D. with a stare
So she can take her kids and get over there
To the place where she was born and her family resides
Can’t be from two places with the world split into sides

You can hear it over there
But you can’t see it anywhere
The sky is dim and the clouds are gone
You’ll never see the break of another dawn

Cause it’s gone, gone, it’s gone, it’s gone

It’s the Sunset Limited
It’s the Sunset Limited
It’s the Sunset Limited

And it’s gone, gone, it’s gone, it’s gone