We've been riding for a month my love, Surely the dead can wait.
People have been swinging at me for years, but they always seem to miss
I want you to share my tent. I want you to pour my wine, laugh at my jokes, rub my legs when they are sore after a day's ride.
Everyone's always asking me to believe in things, family, gods, kings, myself. It was often tempting, until I saw where belief got people
