In the bloody moon
Whistling for the road
The honest seen view
The longing for home
We're only alone
We're good
The riders not to lose
The farmer to the two
We're going past is you
Stinging through the years
Oh day way seen
One buddy
Only left before
I see you next to me
Takes so alone
It's falling to a steer
It's scent in existence
All lonely
