Howling out in June, with nothing left to lose

Aligning my perspective with the light around the moon

I'll get up at noon, with nothing left to do

I've been counting sheep, I'm catching up to you

The testament was right, If I collect a lie

I can play it stupid and it's actually kind of nice

All she got was I, I play the guitar

But if you listen close, she took me out and left a scar

I still like 'em nice, I like 'em benign

Insulate my heart, and I'll come out the other side

Composure had me tried, a law that I abide

But I'm pronounced a fool and so she took me for a

Lonely fortune

Fleeing leg room

Oh my

Oh you

Amazing

Ride, Ride, Ride, Ride

Ride, Ride, Ride, Ride

Ride, Ride, Ride, Ride

Ride, Ride, Ride, Ride