[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 a trace behind [bad word] 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

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