True You Ride The Finest Hourse 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