On a long and lonesome pathway, east of Riverfall
You can listen to the Glassbeaks sqauking out a one note song
You can think about your woman, or the slavegirl that you knew the night before
But your thoughts will soon be wandering the way they always do
When your riding sixteen hours, and there's nothing else to do
And you don't feel much like riding you just wish the ride was through
Here I am
In Cyphrus again
There I am
Out on the plains
Here I go
Playing horse lord again
There I go
Turn the page
Well you walk into a tavern, all strung out from the road
And you feel the eyes upon you as your shakin off the cold
You pretend it doesn't bother you, but you just want to explode
Most times you can't hear 'em talk, other times you can
Always the same old cliches, "Is that a kelvic or a man?"
And your always outnumbered, so you don't dare make a stand
Here I am
In Cyphrus again
There I am
Out on the plains
Here I go
Playing horselord again
There I go
Turn the page
Out here in the sunlight, your a million miles away
And every ounce of your energy you can't help but give away
As the sweat pours out of your body, with every foe that you slay
Later in the evening, you lay awake in bed
With the echos of their screaming, ringing in your head
You smoke the last of the days tobacco, and remember what they said
Here I am
In Cyphrus again
There I am
Out on the plains
Here I go
Playing horse lord again
There I go
There I go
There I go
Turn the page
Many thanks to Bob Seger for this beautiful song and being one of musics greatest voices