Jimmy MacCarthy
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.
