Jon Swift
Pale Rider
yesterday i saw footprints under the bridge there were shadows on the ridge silence rose with the sun the beginning had already begunwhistling hollow sounds pale rider's back in town i heard he's got something to show his hair's down to his nose and his shoulder covers his facei heard he's got some place back over the hill with no room left to fill and rambling is on his brain while time moves just the samei think this town is on the verge of losing faith in the silent word the world aint ever going to revolve around a mystery that can't be solved about a man who's out of place
From Letras Mania