My wild child, your night light's on
You're in your mild depths 
The moon is on the lawn.
Just make your friends
While you're still young
Before you can't see
Through anyone
And if you're trick-riding out in the rain
Don't expect me to watch 
And don't ask me to explain. 

I'll be your friend, your last refuge
When things get weird
I'll stroke your hair 
I'll dry your cheeks
When failures come
And no one speaks

But if you're on a horse
Trick-riding in the mud and rain
You can't expect me to watch 
Or ask me to explain. 

But if you're on a horse
Trick-riding in the mud and rain
Don't make me watch 
Don't ask me to explain