I make my way back home after all the pale riders have gone to bed
This is my time.
Highbeam dreams threaten to close my eyes before my trip is through
This is my time.
I wonder if the president knows that the United States gets this dark at night
This is my time
Hairpin turns and solitary acceleration have brought me back to Jericho
This is my time
Will her walls fall for me tonight?
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