It's all the same, only the names will change
Everyday it seems we're wasting away

It was all the same. The same crimes. Rape. Molestation. Murder. The only thing that changed was the identity, the names: of the killer, of the victim. Each victim seemed to take a little piece of the detectives with them. Sooner or later, there would be nothing left.

Another place where the faces are so cold

Another crime scene. The CSU team's faces were cold and dispassionate as they walked in to another place, examining another body.

I drive all night
Just to get back home
'Cause I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride

They were finally allowed to go home after four days of grueling interviews and reports. It was nearly three in the morning. Each cursed the fact that they lived over an hour away from the station house as they made their way to their separate cars, flinching at the touch of cold steel.

I'm wanted dead or alive
Wanted dead or alive

Day again. Another weary day. Two of them had received death threats over the phone. It wasn't even noon yet. Another had gotten a call from a victim thanking them for helping her. The difference in the calls was ironic. One wanted the detectives dead and another wanting to thank them for their great work.

Sometimes I sleep,

Sometimes it's not for days

A different case. Just as gruesome. At least they were allowed to catch some sleep, even if it was just in the crib. The next case was exhausting. Twenty minutes in the crib was the most sleep any of them got over those exhausting five days.

The people I meet always go their separate ways
Sometimes you tell the day
By the bottle that you drink
And times when you're alone and all you do is think

After a few beers together, each left by themselves to return to their empty houses. They would look in their refrigerators, pull out another beer and wonder when they bought the drink and think of all the shit that happened on the job.

I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride
I'm wanted dead or alive
Wanted dead or alive

I walk these streets, a loaded six string on my back
I play for keeps, 'cause I might not make it back

Walking the weary streets, a cup of coffee in their cold hands, they made their way to their destinations.

I been everywhere, still I'm standing tall
I've seen a million faces
and I've rocked them all

Each felt as though they had visited every corner of that city, as well as many others on the Eastern Seaboard. Countless faces and tragedies, yet they were still standing, still helping.

'Cause I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride
I'm wanted dead or alive
I'm a cowboy, I got the night on my side
I'm wanted dead or alive


Wanted dead or alive