Like the headless horsemen returns to town to get his head,
I've come back to get mine.
But, unlike his way of neighing loud and beheading boastfully,
I snick in unknown to get mine.

"Oh what a loss"
I used to say
"Oh what a loss"
It's true today.
It was a precious thing we lost,
And I've come back to town to get my head.

I've come over hills,
I've dug up graves to show my bed.