In a horse-drawn wagon
Waiting on a bale of hay
In a gray-spattered jacket
Sealing her away
From the cold country night
From the troubles she wore on her face
You can tell that there's something misplaced
In a cloudless sky
All the light from the stars combine
Show us children young and blind
In ten years I would write you a letter
To say sorry for what I've done wrong
Though the right time may never come
Now your dogs have followed me home
Just as they once followed you
Maybe they still follow you too