I've been a loner riding on the plains for to long sat by many fires but sang the same song
I've seen the whirling wind, dust turn to a spiral staircase in the sky to say I want to be alone would be a lie.
I'm yearning I'm a turning to Rose to love.
I've been a sitting next to this flaming fire for too long. Thinking that to live all alone is so wrong.
Life it is so very short there it goes a shooting star falls through the sky.
Just like that spark jumps to the ground flickers then just dies.