In the early morning hours, the desperado began his journey back home. With him ridin’ down the dusty trails, with that tequila sunrise behind him. He’s already gone to face the challenges set forth upon him, beyond the borders of this life. It had always brought him a peaceful, easy feeling, a sense that no matter what was to happen, he always did the best that he could with what he had. He was always living on the edge, taking it to the limit. He never let anything slow him down. This midnight flyer is livin’ on the border and one of these nights, he’s gonna cross these seven bridges to get back home, to give the best of his love to that sweet witchy woman back home.