In the hour before the devil finds I've died

I'll move slow as my ending descends from the pines

Because I couldn't stop for death

She kindly stopped for me and she stole my breath (Emily Dickinson)



If I'm bound or gagged 

If I'm lost or loosin'

I might want to leave from here

Until then I'll still be cruisin'

High above the atmosphere



Well I walked through that hour in a drawn out sleepless bliss

Blinking possibilites shuttered and ceased to exist

Like a prisoner of my personality

My time had come and my body was set free



I went easy from my body but harder from my ways

I lived tall in this life but I was naked at the end of my born days

When desperation rang long through me

Horses whispered in the distance and my body was set free