Desperado, why don’t you come to your senses?
You been out ridin’ fences for so long now
Oh, you’re a hard one
But I know that you’ve got your reasons
These things that are pleasin’ you
Can hurt you somehow.
He had always considered himself a big of an adventurer. The type of man who would never sit still for too long. No fixed abode, mi amigo.
He spent his life chasing the sun, riding Arcadia’s fences in a quest to conquer the wilderness. But such is a lonely life, the journey that makes one the legend of fable can isolate one from true reality.
Desperado’s own reality had brought him nought but isolation, agony of missed companionship.
For he lives on in legend, but did he truly ever live at all?
In reality, Desperado wound up lost, alone and left for dead. Snakebite claimed his life. He faded into the wilderness, becoming exactly what he always feared.
Nothing but a fable.
Desperado, oh, you ain’t gettin’ no younger
Your pain and your hunger, they’re drivin’ you home
And freedom, oh freedom
Well, that’s just some people talkin’
Your prison is walking
Through this world all alone
Desperado, why don’t you come to your senses?
Drewitt, you’re no stranger to the wilderness. The journey you walk is captured in your own fable.
But your prison is of your own making also, you walk through this world missing the one thing you seek most.
Companionship.
Sure, tu perro is man’s best friend. But in reality he’s your only friend.
It is that which led you to naively following Teddy into his fabled quest, left for dead in a pool of your own blood. It is that same longing that sees you now manipulated into following a man like Drexl. Amigo, that same linking for friendship will see you stare down the barrel of some poor life choices before your time is up.
You search for your freedom, walking Arcadia’s wilderness, only that’s just a word. Reality is, you walk an ultimately lonely road.
You’ve already been left for dead once, next time you’ll simply fade into your fable like the Desperado fading into the wilderness.
And don’t your feet get cold in the winter time?
The sky won’t snow, the sun won’t shine
It’s hard to tell the night time from the day
You’re loosin’ all your highs and lows
Ain’t it funny how the feeling
Goes away?
I am he who finds the lonely soul and brings them home.
Death, which seals the book of fables and finishes your story.
Your song, a lonely tale of a single voice singing with but a single guitar. You’re a hard one, walking this world alone.
Death finds the lonely man easily, only nobody will see you lying in the grass with a snakebite in your neck.
You simply fade into obscurity as death claims you, ain’t it funny how the feeling goes away.
Death comes, mi amigo, but have you truly lived?
Or will you simply become another Desperado’s Fable?