he was more than just a drifter an angel in disguise in a worn out leather jacket where he used to make his home his luggage was the bags beneath his eyes and we re ridin on ridin on with a sense of decency secure in insecurity and we re ridin on ridin on i should ve told him i loved him ridin next to me ridin next to me he was sorta antisocial didn t know from mediocrity we never entertained the notion that he and us could be only just a memory and we re ridin on ridin on with a new desire we shoulda tried and make em see and we re ridin on ridin on i shoulda told him i loved him ridin next to me ridin next to me ridin next to me ridin next to me we ll be ridin so fine the sands fall through your fingers before you know they re history but still i find he s on my mind the separation he took a little part of me but we re ridin on ridin on i must admit it through all the painful memories we ll be ridin on ridin on i miss the comfort i miss him ridin next to me ridin next to me ridin next to me ridin next to me i miss him ridin ridin on ridin ridin on ridin ridin on with me oh yeah