We shared his penis
’though not his heart
for he was a lonely rider
so they said
We shared his penis
’though not his heart
he took his ride oh
and now he’s dead
How many mountains you may cross
How many rivers
How many seas turnin’
into a storm
How many stars may guide you
thru a desert
The lonely rider will
never find a home
What keeps men alive
What keeps people searchin’
To find a way
into the sun
What keeps them burnin’
and sailin’ across the ocean
Will they ever find
a place of their own
Christmas Mo(u)rnin’ Blues