Letting Go of the Reins


It's a cruel punchline without a joke 
Growing lonelier while riding better alone 
And listening to the cold, howling wind 
For a whisper of the five veiled virtues in 
Letting go of the reins 

So I'll keep lying to myself inside my head 
Until my tongue finds the words I never said 
And when these calloused hands have caught up with our stride 
The unraveled leather will fade in the distance as we try 
Letting go of the reins 

And after I forget more faces I once knew 
I'll meet a gypsy girl under a yellow moon 
Her cards will count me less losses than wins 
When her crystal ball shows us the beauty in 
Letting go of the reins

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