Lay a wreath by the poplar or maple
For the pine and the walnut are gone
Secure your saddle on that old Palomino
And ride 'til the stars seem too fall
What do you dream of
When all that you wanted
Is given when the need for it is done?
Like the love of a girl
Who has long been a woman
Long years after you've moved on
But do sleep well
Ooooh, It's not your fault
Was there in the first light in the stillness of morning
When you hear one fragile birdsong
'Cause alone with the truth: that is the worst kind of lonely
The worst kind being alone
Still got that old saddle, but it's a new Palomino
And the spark is fading faster than hope
And you think about three words left forever unspoken
That altered the path that you walk
But do sleep well
Ooooh, It's not your fault
Do sleep well
Ooooh, It's not your fault
Ooooh
