Riding on a Dead Horse

<br>Im out in the streets<br><br>Im feeling pretty save<br><br>I dont know<br><br>Where to go<br><br><br><br>I miss the warm sheets<br><br>Of my narrow city cave<br><br>I am drivin slow<br><br>Stop and go<br><br><br><br>She said her love is deeper than I know<br><br>Is it so, thats what Im aking myself<br><br><br><br>Its ten past ten<br><br>I stop for some gas<br><br>A pack of cigarettes<br><br>And a chat with the moon<br><br><br><br>The city disappears<br><br>I am counting my miles<br><br>Its cold outside<br><br>Tonight<br><br><br><br>She said her love is deeper than I know<br><br>Is it so, thats what Im asking<br><br>She said her love is stronger than herself<br><br>Is that so, or am I just riding on a dead horse<br><br><br><br>Riding on a dead horse