im a rider

i see a man on black.
he stay on the top.
so alone, so alone.

an a solitary rider i'm
pastures turned black, sand on the sack.
birds don't call my soul.

I go to the snow motana.
to get my soul turned white.
to feel more alive.
I go to the old river.
I go to the wild prairie.
to get a better view. 

i see a man on black.
he stay on the road.
so alone, so alone.

he is a rider on the top...