Pale Rider - Field Report

There's a pale horse outside my door

In my dream where my dream horse usually goes

It told me its name it's the same as yours

I've been so worried about you

'Cause there's something inside that's been clouding your head

Like a mother who ain't expecting to be soon again

But the thing inside you is not your kin

It's a ghost you let keep haunting

And I don't know that I can be

Your place to go or what you need

And I don't know that I can be

Your place to go or what you need

Now the next thing I know I'm on your back

With a suitcase full of the wrong things packed

We're out looking for your family but doubling back

To every bar we chose to pass on

Now your pants are on crooked and you're screaming at the wind

We're shooting off flare guns in memory of the kid

His birthday was yesterday he would have been six

Oh my god I am so sorry

I don't know that I can be

Your place to go or what you need

I don't know that I can be

Your place to go or what you need

I don't know that I can be

I don't know that I can be

I don't know that I can be

I don't know that I can be

I don't know that I can be

I don't know that I can be

I don't know that I can be

I don't know that I can be

I don't know that I can be

I don't know that I can be

I don't know that I can be

I don't know

There's a pale horse outside my door

In my dream where my dream horse usually goes

Told me its name it's the same as yours