True, you ride the finest horse I've ever seen, Standing sixteen, one or two, with eyes wide 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 you used to lie, And look for a spark that lights the night through a teardrop in my eye.
Ride on, see you, I could never go with you No matter how I wanted to