True you ride the finest horse I've ever seen,
Standing 16 1" or 2" with eyes wild and green,
And 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 once you used to lie
And look for a smile to light the night through a teardrop in my eye