I've been a loner riding on the plains for to long sat by many fires but sang the same song I've seen the whirling wind, dust turn to a spiral staircase in the sky to say I want to be alone would be a lie. I'm yearning I'm a turning to Rose to love. I've been a sitting next to this flaming fire for too long. Thinking that to live all alone is so wrong. Life it is so very short there it goes a shooting star falls through the sky. Just like that spark jumps to the ground flickers then just dies. I'm a yearning to Rose to love.