Time Of Her Time - Ride
She turns her face to the wall
She sees her sorrow there
Puts out her hand to touch it
Again and again
Fingernail marks in the morning
Wallpaper silhouettes
The signs of her yesterdays
Can't ever be wiped away
She thought that I would care
Thought that I'd be there
Think again
Your face I've seen in visions
In silver ripplin' sky
No feelin's reactions
As I pass you by
Weeks compressed into minutes
This time is her time
Let me just once
Be cruel without bein' kind
She thought that I would care
Thought that I'd be there
Think again
She thought that I would care
Thought that I'd be there
Think again one more time
