The Silos | Walter Salas-Humara

Lyrics

RIDE
Copyright 1995 Walter Salas-Humara
Publiished 1995 Lagartija Music, BMI

It was the haziest of weather
And the bluest skies were gone
My friend and I struck out together
We had no plans to look toward

On the 4th day of December
We were young and we were strong
But we were blind and we were pointless
Our minds were quick but without form

In the coldest of weather
We found an old woman for hire
To make the trip more green and lovely
To teach us Spanish and tell our lies

We just ride, we just ride
We just ride and ride and ride
She says aim high; she's all we know
We just try and try and try

In the muddiest of weather
We took the road down to the shore
The sun was just a dim outline
The old woman drove the car

In the faultiest of weather
Where the desert meets the sea
We looked upon that great blue vastness
Opened our lungs
We began to sing

We just ride, we just ride
We just ride and ride and ride