The Ballad Of Joe Clemente

The sky stretched on forever On an endless dusty plain Where Joe Clemente rode On a horse that had no name Same as all day yesterday It seems all the years before Wandering and running Wanting something more Oh, when we ride, well we cannot ride alone Traveling with ghosts, rattling their bones On buffalo trails and ridge lines Through arroyos and the pines In Dakota winds or Idaho hills You can't escape your mind Lines in the Entrada Lines across his face Lines stretching back to what's been lost And will never be replaced Oh, when we ride, well we cannot ride alone Traveling with ghosts; he can feel her in his bones Oh, if you love, well you cut yourself in two Half a man without her Broken through and through Time, it marches forward No man stands in its way You get one chance at living Can't live in yesterday Her eyes were bright as lightning Her skin was soft and brown But her lips were cold as ice As she was lowered in the ground So Joe Clemente rides Suppose he's out there riding still The miles don't seem to matter To a man that time can't heal Oh, when we ride, well we cannot ride alone Traveling with ghosts, rattling their bones Oh, if you love, well you cut yourself in two Half a man without her Broken through and through Oh, when we ride, well we cannot ride alone Traveling with ghosts, rattling their bones Oh, if you love, well you cut yourself in two Half a man without her Broken through and through