Trick Rider

My wild child, your night light's on
You're in your mild depths, the moon is on the lawn
Just make your friends while you're still young
Before you can't see through anyone

And if you're trick-riding in the rain
Don't expect me to watch, don't ask me to explain

I'll be your friend, your last refuge
When things get weird and weird breaks huge
I'll stroke your hair, I'll dry your cheeks
When failures come and no one speaks

If you're on a horse trick-riding in the mud and rain
You can't expect me to watch or ask me to explain

If you're on a horse trick-riding in the mud and rain
Don't make me watch, don't ask me to explain