Ride On

Jimmy McCarthy

You ride the finest horse I've ever seen.
Standing sixteen, one or two, 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.

When you ride into the night, without a trace behind.
Run your claw along my gut, 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.