Me and That Man - Nightride

NIGHTRIDE (by John Porter) Strangled words in the dim light, Feelings fall and turn to ice, Where the amber heals the desolation Of the wound deep in you tonight. This is a nightride with stones in your pocket, This is a nightride to your half-life, This is a nightride down to your railroad And you've never felt so cold. You ruled the world for a moment, Thought you were in the kingdom of love, You were fooled by your own fantasies And she kicked you in the balls. This is a nightride to burn your poetry, This is a nightride to smash up your guitar, This is a nightride down to your graveyard To see who you really are. This is a nightride with your monkey, This is a nightride with the devil on your case, This is a nightride to your nightmares, It's time to cut to the chase. This is a nightride with stones in your pocket, This is a nightride to your half-life, This is a nightride down to your railroad And you never felt so cold.