No man stands at the water's edge,
staring at his hands,
facing a sad reality.
The hourglass ends.
His wife died a long time ago,
is now along to sing a song,
wild and free,
like it used to be.
He sings along the road,
nothing else to cure the pain.
The hourglass ends.
A lonesome rider,
flies from the east,
upon the saddle of the beast.
A
story tells,
no one has seen,
the great horse and his brother of sin,
riding the desert again.
He whistles on the road,
nothing else to cure the pain.
The hourglass ends.
I'm standing here at the water's edge,
staring at my hands,
facing my sad reality.
My hourglass ends.
My wife died a long time ago,
I'm all along to sing my song, wild and free,
like we used to be.
I
sing along the road,
nothing else to cure the pain.
My hourglass ends.
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