There's a pale horse outside my door In my dream, where my Dream Horse usually goes It told me its name; it's the same as yours I've been so worried about you Because there's something inside you been clouding your head Like a mother, and expecting to be soon again, But the thing inside you is not your kin; It's a ghost you let keep haunting I don't know that I can be your place to go, or what you need Now the next thing I know, I'm on your back With a suitcase full of the wrong things packed We're out looking for your family but doubling back To every bar we chose to pass on Now you're cantering crooked and screaming at the wind And shooting off flare guns in memory of the kid His birthday was yesterday; he would have been six Oh my god, I am so sorry I don't know that I can be your place to go, or what you need