If I could only shed my skin, I'd tear a whole new smile with it.
I just wanna ride my horses again.
Oh, again...

And past their stables, I walk through the night.
And I can feel their sanguine eyes.
And how to ride I have learned to forget, to forget.

Burn the cedar, cause we're all out of firewood,
and there's nothing that I can do about it now.
Burn the cedar, cause we're all out of firewood,
and there's nothing that I can do about this now.

I hear them clacking their tankards at dawn.
I hear them singing that eternal song.
And how they laugh at all that I left.
Baby, don't look back.

Burn the cedar, cause we're all out of firewood,
and there's nothing that I can do about it now.
Burn the cedar, cause we're all out of firewood,
and there's nothing that I can do about you now.

I have made my bed upon stone for you.
Yes, I have made my bed upon stone, and you don't know me now.

Know me now...
You don't know me now...