True you ride the finest horse I have ever seen, Standing sixteen, one or two. 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 in to 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 spark that lights the night Through a teardrop in my eye.