There's a pale horse outside my door
In my dream, where my Dream Horse usually goes
It told me its name; it's the same as yours
I've been so worried about you
Because there's something inside you been clouding your head
Like a mother, and expecting to be soon again
But the thing inside you is not your kin;
It's a ghost you let keep haunting
I don't know that I can be your place to go, or what you need
Now the next thing I know, I'm on your back
With a suitcase full of the wrong things packed
We're out looking for your family but doubling back
To every bar we chose to pa** on
Now you're cantering crooked and screaming at the wind
And shooting off flare guns in memory of the kid
His birthday was yesterday; he would have been six
Oh my god, I am so sorry
I don't know that I can be your place to go, or what you need