Looking at the Midnight Moon as the wind called out my name. Thought about all the things I’ve done for money, love and fame. Shaking off the cold of night moving closer to the fire. Mated owls above my head watched me from the Wire.

Now Wisdom it evades me and caution’s not my way. You said that you didn’t love me and there was nothing more to say. Leaving just seemed natural it’s what I’ve always done. I’ve spent my lifetime wandering as if I was on the run.

Nothing has been chasing me except this painful thought. Somehow the love between us had been my final shot. Alone by elimination they’d fallen one by one. Struck them down in infancy before the best parts had begun.

The freedom that rewards me was just another jail. With bars, bad food and loneliness the trophies of the trail. Sanctified by trials that appear to never end. Never got the changes as my broken heart refused to bend.

I may say that I’m so much better off being on that ridge alone, but its just another lie to tell myself as Winter chills me to the bone. Better off without her my smile would be bright, with the moon so full above me, my frown is darker than the night. Stop holding it together with glue made up of lies. Don’t you know in most love story’s the loner always cries.