When did your hair get so long, so long you said, so long my friend? When the wind blows too strong, remember me, I'm Pony. How do I get through these days? I don't know how to say I want you, need you, baby. My shirt is cut from the same cloth, bystander of a failed attempt. It doesn't mean I can't cut the thread and sew it up somewhere else instead. And I don't wanna be a gunslinger, have to cut off all my goddamn hair. Who's that out there making all that noise?