I always rode on
roads less traveled
to meet the likes of someone
like you
I always prefered
to stare at the moon
rather than into
the blue eyes of the likes of someone like you
I got out
to get in
just to see your face again
the morning came
I found my horse
and rode along
the ancient trails
my forefathers rode for me
along with my foremothers
feeling at home
no matter how foreign the landscape may be
anyhow
I got out
to get in
just to see your face again
I had it all in the palm of my hand
but I got out
to get in
just to see your face again
hands are given
hands are taken
luck is brought
luck is taken
justice rules
and justice is
blindfolded
by the hands of others
I got out
to get in
just to see your face again
I had it all in the palm of my hand
but I got out
to get in
just to see your face again
love never took a longer road
to make her ends meet
but here we are
and by the way
do you feel
enough
to stay
I got out
to get in
