Stars pull the sky across Texas,
Wind blows through my life;
Your hold on my heart, After all of this time
Echoes into the night

The moon is parked above Abilene
so silent and serene
The moon is parked above Abilene
No more alone than me

Road holds onto the landscape,
Headlights hold onto the road
At a hundred and five, I’m still haunted by
The candle's light and the rose

Some days I sail on the river of life,
Some days on death’s black ice.
But I’m doing fine, Just holding that line
As I write you this letter tonight