I left the car and walked down the 308
Mumbling like a mad man, whispering your name
Oh no one on this land could outshine you, my honey
Oh no one on this land could tell stories as you did so well
Trees along the road, they told my friends
That you can be seen when Moon is high again
Oh no one on this land could outrun you, my honey
Oh no one on this land could tell stories as you can
Once I stop walking, I’ll draw signs in the rain
I’ll lay my bones oh so weary on the ground and then…
I’ll sleep through years and centuries until you’re mine again,
Until you’re mine again….
They found him one morning, a smile on his face
Holed up in the woods, near this road he knew so well
Oh no one on this land could love her as he loved her
Oh no one on this land will ride with her when Moon is high again