I see the vigilante watchin' in the deep o' the night,
I always find him where his heart is, he's fightin' the good fight,
He smells the scent of trouble and prepares to leave,
He's got his eyes on the horizon, reachin' higher,
He's got his eyes on the horizon, and his boots on his feet.
When I was stranded at the crossroads it was dismal and grey,
And when I asked him for directions he showed me the good way,
And if the sky is swirlin' still his pace never swerves
Because his heart is always faithful, reachin' higher
Because his heart is always faithful to the captain he serves.
So when the storm of deception is roundin' the bend
Y'know the vigilante's watchin', and he won't let it in.
Tho' I have seen him climbin' mountains with so heavy a load
He always lends a helpin' hand and he walks on the good road,
It often makes me wonder how he wins with such ease,
But then he keeps his vigil constant, and he's aimin' to please
So when illusion's approachin' and danger is nigh,
Y'know the vigilante's watchin' and he won't let it by.
I've seen him fight the fiercest foe until its forces divide,
Cuz he's the fairest of them all and he chooses the good side,
So when the tempters tease and try to make him unsure,
Y'know the fires of war are burnin', reachin' higher,
Y'know the fires of war are burnin', but his weapons are pure
So when the clouds of confusion can creep into view
Y'know the vigilante's watchin', and he won't let 'em thru.
I see the vigilante watchin' in the deep o' the night,
I always find him where his heart is, he's fightin' the good fight,
He smells the scent of trouble and prepares to leave,
He's got his eyes on the horizon, reachin' higher,
He's got his eyes on the horizon, and his boots on his feet.
He's watchin' 24 hours a day.