With You By My Side

Rancho la Joya stretches out for miles the horses are gone--but not the corrals with a black dog named Boo, who watches it all from late in the evening to every breaking dawn one silver horse is all that remains you turn the key and the thrill is the same all leathered up in our jackets and chaps sheltered from the cold, we ride without maps into the mountains on trails that you know your hands on grips and warmed by your gloves my arms around you--holding on tight the sun sinks slowly now, moon and stars guide peaceful and beautiful alone on this trail this scenic path without any guardrails onward and upward, smooth is our ride I will go anywhere with you by my side