Ride
Misery is the dress she wears, I wear the suits of misfortune
I move through her ruined years a stand-in surgeon
And like a surgeon I attend to her
With a rattlesnake caught in my spur
If I ride, I'll ride forever
Every morning I die of thirst from drinking the untaxed liquors
I live among towers of dirt for weeks with little shelter
And like a prison I can shelter her
Into it's endless glitter