He races home, hell at his back, home just over the horizon. His hands are weak, his body empty, but his horse knows the way and he prays he makes it there before the Good Lord decides to take him away.

And he can't look back, he can't look back, he's gotta keep looking forward, ever on, ever forward, just over the horizon, he has to make it, he has to.

(can also be found on playmoss here: https://playmoss.com/en/orsonleigh/playlist/don-t-look-back)

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