The sun’s riding bareback tonight on top of an old swayback mare. And you drove away, out of sight, with ribbons of my breath in your hair. I tied ribbons of my breath in your hair. The field is calling tonight to my bed through the window ajar—on the sill, all those letters I write to you with the truth from afar, ‘cause I can tell you the truth from afar. And I will tie ribbons all around you, pretty ribbons, to make you stay. I’ll stay awake tying ribbons till the day--until the day breaks. I dream your car is going nowhere tonight and we’re out on the porch, feeling fine. The moon floats ahead like a kite, held aloft by the bottle of wine. Won’t you pour me another glass of that wine? And I will tie ribbons all around you, pretty ribbons, to make you stay. I’ll stay awake tying ribbons till the day--until the day breaks. Well the sun, she rode bareback tonight on top of that old swayback mare. And you drove away, out of sight, with ribbons of my breath in your hair.