I know that I'll hear the call anytime
On a night when the moon is low on the pines
I pray your troubled mind remembers
When it's coming to an end
At least the rain won't come again
Still as I ride along through the night
You're holding on as the ones you know are standing by
But if your troubled mind remembers
When it's coming to an end
It's like you're running home again
And I'll follow you
And I'll follow you
And I'll follow you
And I'll follow you
And I'll follow you
I'll follow you
And I'll follow you
I'll follow you
And I'll follow you
And I'll follow you
I'll follow you
And I'll follow you
