Lonesome Ride

Lonesome Ride:

Watching, waiting
Weeping, continuously
I’m frozen, floating
Holding on to your hand so tight
But its time, for the lonesome ride

Morphine, Lordy, how’s this natural?
The clasping, rasping, gasping grip of cruel design
But that’s life, and it’s lonesome ride

I’ll go far as I can
Walking hand in hand
Whispering my love
Hoping you’ll wake up
But every breath’s goodbye
And every tear’s been cried
Still I’m right by your side
For your lonesome ride