An echo that rings a bullet unchained
one life, one grave joins the parade
At night the sky grows dark with fallen stars
who comes so far a headstone and grave
the colors turns grey, the black and white fades
In a stretch of last-minute balladry, the acoustic howls break out for an ominous moon tale painted black with allusions to suicide, or death of some perceived value system, an "echo" of a "bullet unchained" joining Vedder's brood and a steel-horse riff from McCready to pan across the landscape.