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