Ride alone on your six foot three-inch horse, br To shores where we pined to be together br In nights when trails of the mist- br Cools off that heat of the moon br br Ride alone on your six foot three-inch horse, br To evening skies we’ve dreamt from the terrace br Like a jet, like an arrow, ride through the wind br Behold the air, smell my blood br br Ride alone on your six foot three-inch horse, br Not once, never meant to be together br I’ll never make it without you br Those skies, those shores, foregone – foreverbr br Prakash Nairbr br