Riding high on the back of a shadow You knew the names of the trees on the trail And when I fell The earth received me Oh oh oh On that old path in the dead of winter It was a race against time and ourselves Sound of a gunshot the reins burn our hands Kicking and rearing We saw our ghosts... See the clearing where I fell When I broke my legs you carried me home The gra** is tall The gate is gone You know the way Oh oh oh...