He came to town at sundown’s call,

Dust on his boots, head held tall.

A coat so dark it drank the sun,

And eyes that warned, ‘You’d better run.’

[VERSE 1

No one asked where he’d been before,

No one dared to pry for more.

He paid in gold, stayed out of sight,

But shadows moved where he spent the night.

The barkeep poured with trembling hands,

The stranger hummed, ignored demands.

But a child peeked through the tavern door,

Said, ‘Mister, why don’t you cast no more?’

[CHORUS

He’s the man with no shadow, no past, no trace,

A crooked smile on a weathered face.

His boots don’t leave no prints behind,

He carries secrets cruel and unkind.

[VERSE 2

The sheriff watched from the churchyard gate,

Gun strapped tight and breath held straight.

He said, ‘You’ve crossed where none should tread,

With graves unmarked and words unsaid.’

But the man just laughed, a dry, sharp sound,

Like brittle leaves on frozen ground.

‘Sheriff,’ he said, with a voice so low,

‘Your prayers can’t stop what you don’t know.’

[CHORUS

He’s the man with no shadow, no past, no trace,

A crooked smile on a weathered face.

His boots don’t leave no prints behind,

He carries secrets cruel and unkind.

[BRIDGE

Some say he bargained, some say he stole,

Some say he lost his very… whole.

But every town he wanders through,

The wells run dry, the sky turns blue…

[OUTRO

And when he leaves, the night feels thin,

As if the dark won’t come again.