Time of Her Time - Ride

She turns her face to the wall, she sees hew sorrow there

Puts out her hand to touch it again and again

Fingernail marks in the morning, wallpaper silhouettes

The signs of her yesterdays can’t ever be wiped away

She thought that I would care

Thought that I’d be there, think again

Your face I’ve seen in visions in silver rippling sky

No feelings, reactions as I pass you by

Weeks compressed to minutes, this time is her time

Let me just once, be cruel without being kind

She thought that I would care

Thought that I’d be there, think again

She thought that I would care

Thought that I’d be there, think again, no more shines