Every night, I say goodbye to my friends and those I love the most
I hop upon my white horse and disappear like a ghost
Into the night we ride, my horse knows the routine
The heartbeat slows down in this old Marine
My eyes are too tired from the battlefield all day
I drift asleep upon his back, my horse knows the way
Moonlight shines through the fingers of the scary trees
My long hair waves in the gentle, cold breeze.
We ride past black castles with windows that shine
I pray one day that one of them will be mine
A quick glance at the nightly images as I ride
A Bible in my sack, and a rifle at my side
An occasional demon or ghostly apparition
Spiritual warfare, or lack of nutrition?
Too tired to stop and fight, my horse would agree
Ride on we will, my enemies can't catch me
Faster and faster, I ride like Paul Revere
The Lord has my soul, whom shall I fear?
The dark road before me, uncertain, with lies
Righteous beams of light shine from my horse's eyes
I hold on tight trying not to give up
When my horse slows down, I yell "Giddy Up!"
After midnight, we cross the country side alone
Very few bars on my cellular phone
Over a creek, and by a foothill meadow
Lost in the black of the moon's shadow
Down one road, and further down another
Leaning forward, holding on to each other
I've been riding into the night for many years
No one can see me cry these painful tears
One last heartbreak kept from being shown
All I ask is that my horse take me home
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