The story
He keeps moving when the sky turns mean.
He rides with the rain needling his face, the horse picking through mud while the road keeps stretching ahead. Every drop makes the coat heavier, but he does not turn back; he leans into the dark and stays in the saddle, chasing a place the storm will not let him reach.
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Lyrics
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