And as we ride into the dark, cold shadows of the unknown
My mind traces back to the one girl who ever really knew
The only one who really cared about what I did or who I was
She is the only reason I ride into these hollow trees with drooping leaves
Scared
Scared I might not see her face again or hear her voice call my name
I don’t think she thinks about me nearly as much as I think about her
As a matter fact, I don’t think she thinks about me
But I think about her
And to hear the voice if the only one who cared is the reason I am scared
The rustles of the trees and the dampness of the air remind me
Of those nights we spent together
I remember sitting on the bench in front of Starbucks
During her town’s Christmas festival
I held her to keep her warm as she held hot chocolate in her hands
I know there were other people there because that’s just common sense
But as I held her on that bench I also knew that we were the only two in the whole world
Those moments are why I ride into the unknown
Why I ride to certain death
Scared