i lost the bow you tied round my finger
somewhere on the trail
i threw in my hand for a heart full of holes
i rode through the night thinking of you
and whatever it was
i couldn't pin down or tame
or lay blame at the feet of.
this is not the end
it's just another scene
blue gone green
i let you go
like a balloon at the fairground
i ran after you
saw all the signs saying give up the ghost
but i know there's more to the picture
i've got a good feeling