Glen Loverdale ...

Black knight in the wood

Walking under the moon

Looking for an angel

The dream in his mind

His heart beating faster

No more love

For the black knight

Sun is shining

In the rising day

White knight in the desert

Superstition mountains

Just in front of him

The sun is high in the sky

Hurting his black eyes

Walking all the day

Just waiting the darkness

Never being a loser

Just a human being

In the heart of the night

Walking in the city

Waiting for the moon

For the heat of the knight

His eyes brimming of tears

He walks alone

In the heat of the night

Alone again and again

Not being a loser

Neither a winner

Just being a man

With dreams

In the heart of the night