First came the winter. And then came the morning. Bright coral branches that pass you again. Down from the meadow and onto the seashore. Came the vast checkerboard kingdom of men.
Some came down to hang out by the river. Others were waiting to find the night. We stood long just waiting for the picture. Looking at people to see what was right.
Somebody told me that the time was right. To keep on ridin' and to hang on tight. I heard the cry of a dog in the night. But nobody told me it would be all right.