This Ride - Shovels & Rope

This ride, what a ride

What a ride, what a ride

Well, it hurts and it scars and it aches and it twists

It starves and it laughs and it balls up its fists

It’s crooked and it hollows and it soothes and it breaks

And it grows and it ponders and it toils and it takes

It stretches and it breathes and it is lonely and long

This ride, what a ride

Oh, my, what a ride

Well, it calls and it follows and it breaks down your door

It bleeds you dry and it asks you for more

Shows up at your work and it makes you insane

And it loses your keys and leaves you crying in the rain

It’s costly and violent and it’s a sorrowful song

But I am thankful by and by my love

And if I’m talking too much just give me a shove

If I’m walking too fast maybe pick it on up

It’s just like Old Yeller and Lonesome Dove

When you hate how it ends, but you can’t get enough

This ride

It lifts and it gives and it singles you out

It shames and it blames and forgives and it doubts

It inspires and it opens our eyes and it heals

And it coughs and it slips and it falls and it steals

Your memory, your dignity, your husbands and your mothers