Field Report - Pale Rider lyrics

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