Gordon Downie Trick Rider
My wild child, your night light's on
You're in your mild depths
The moon is on the lawn.
Just make your friends
While you're still young
Before you can't see
Through anyone
And if you're trick-riding out in the rain
Don't expect me to watch
And don't ask me to explain.
I'll be your friend, your last refuge
When things get weird
And weird breaks huge.
I'll stroke your hair
I'll dry your cheeks
When failures come
And no one speaks
But if you're on a horse
Trick-riding in the mud and rain
You can't expect me to watch
Or ask me to explain.
But if you're on a horse
Trick-riding in the mud and rain
Don't make me watch
Don't ask me to explain
