Riding high on the back of a shadow
You knew the names of the trees on the trail
And when I fell
The earth received me
Oh oh oh
On that old path in the dead of winter
It was a race against time and ourselves
Sound of a gunshot the reins burn our hands
Kicking and rearing
We saw our ghosts...
See the clearing where I fell
When I broke my legs you carried me home
The grass is tall
the gate is gone
You know the way
Oh oh oh...

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