text: Bill Horton was a cautious man of the road
  He walked lookin over his shoulder and remained faithful to its code
  When something caught his eye, hed measure his need
  And then very carefully hed proceed
  Billy met a young girl in the early days of May
  It was there in her arms, he let his cautiousness slip away
  In their lovers twilight as the evening sky grew dim
  Hed lay back in her arms and laugh at what had happened to him
  On his right hand, Billyd tattooed the word love, on his left hand was the word fear
  And in which hand he held his fate was never clear
  Come Indian summer, he took his young lover for his bride
  And with his own hands built her a great house down by the riverside
  Now Billy was an honest man, he wanted to do what was right
  He worked hard to fill their lives with happy days and loving night
  Alone on his knees in the darkness for steadiness hed pray
  For he knew in a restless heart the seed of betrayal lay
  One night Billy awoke from a terrible dream callin his wifes name
  She lay breathing beside him in a peaceful sleep a thousand miles away
  He got dressed in the moonlight and down to the highway he strode
  When he got there, he didnt find nothing but road
  Billy felt a coldness rise up inside him that he couldnt name
  Just as the words tattooed cross his knuckles he knew would always remain
  At their bedside, he brushed the hair from his wifes face as the moon shone on her skin so white
  Filling their room in the beauty of Gods fallen light