True you ride the finest horse I've ever seen Standing sixteen, one or two, with eyes wild and green You ride the horse so well, hands light to the touch I could never go with you no matter how I wanted to
Ride on, see you, I could never go with you No matter how I wanted to
When you ride into the night without a trace behind Run your claw along my gut, one last time I turn to face an empty space, where you used to lie And look for a spark that lights the night Through a teardrop in my eye
