Well it’s a long and lonesome nightnWith the clouds bearing heavy at my sidesnAnd the winds blowing memories in my eyesnAnd then I thought of you.nnThe big day has arrivednAnd we packed our bags full of sweet goodbyenAnd La Ponderosa, she rode just finenShe still misses you too.nnThrough the matt black treacherous nightnAnd the seamless lime soak of the moonlightnWe rode by the Bolivian borderlinenAnd then onto Peru.nnAnd I remember still of how it was to be youngnWe sought out our dreams and lost directionnBut the Revolution was never meant to be wonnIt was a stand for the Truth.nnAll that I’ve learnt is that nothing’s cheapnAnd that you and I shared the same tyrannynCompulsive loss and a lack of being freenAin’t that true?nnYeah but it’s all changed and yet still the samenThe Truth’s still buried inside of our gravesnAnd you’ll find out, when it’s too latenDidn’t you?