Madd Hunter - Modern Times

A man on his own, he will travel so far in search of his destiny
Looking for something he just couldn't find among society
Heading for mountains, he crosses the plains
Holding his fate, his Hawken and reins
A fine horse under on which he'll depend
A freedom more precious than life to defend

There's more to a man than the skins on his back
This understanding we continue to lack in these
Modern times, modern times

Facing the elements, taking their toll
Times have come when he's come face to face with his soul
Or is it his demons that come out to taunt
In the campfire shadows that have long ceased to haunt

There's more to a man than the skins on his back
This understanding we continue to lack in these
Modern times, modern times

A man on his own will travel so far in search of his destiny
Looking for something he just couldn't find among society