Acres, land he had
Had his money set
Lost all on a bet
It sure drove him mad
Chorus
Coma sleep
Not a peep
Eyes shut clean
Time's has-been
Rode a horse, he fell
For him tolled the bell
Darkness in his mind
Ages-long, unwind
Chorus
He felt a gentle touch
Was it real?
Light hand on his face
Was it real?
The one showed a love such
Was it real?
That he came back to the race
It was real
Lead break
Ten years had gone by
He'd been out a while
The one gave a smile
Wiser, older, wry