The Nameless One
The Nameless One


I ride the nameless horse down the nameless river,
Now the nameless road forks out into the life,
The sides look evenly, nameless,
Don't bother me i'm the blameless nameless,
I take the nameless one to the nameless sunrise,
I part the nameless mountains and eat the nameless fruit,
I gaze into my nameless nothingness,
The nameless road has forked four times since,
And in each case I chose the nameless,
The river has dwindled into a nameless thing,
The weather turns into a nameless spring,
Along the nameless road dressed in leather, brown she stands,
I ask her name, she replies, "the nameless one",
"Me too", I pull her up to the nameless horse,
And once again like in all the nameless movies,

I'll ride the nameless horse with the nameless girl on the nameless road right through the nameless mountains and I'll share the nameless fruit as I ride again into the nameless sunset.