Lack Of Limits Ride On
True you ride the finest horse
I`ve ever seen
Standing 16 1" or 2"
with eyes wild and green
And you ride the horse so well
Hands so 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
You your claw along my gut
so one last time.
I turn to face an empty space
Where you used to lie
I look for the light that guides
and I put a teardrop in my eye.
Ride on
See you . . .
