[bad word] you ride the finest horse
I've ever seen
Standing sixteen one or two
With eyes wild and green
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

Ride on, see you
I could never go with you
No matter how I wanted to

When you ride into the night
Without out a trace [bad word] your claw along my gush
One last time
I turn to face an empty space
Where you used to lie
And look for the spark that lights the night
Through the teardrop in my eye

Ride on, see you
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