Back in 1968
That was when she sealed her fate
We rode out into the desert
Both of us holding hands
The story of my love is so quite, tragic
Not much, magic
We took a ride with her as my bride
Didn't know who watched from behind
Shared drinks with the mountain man
Up in his palace of madness
Then I got hit with tragic sadness
My bride was killed
She was killed by another woman
Whose name I couldn't remember
She dismembered
My love
Her name was Jennifer
How I weeped
How I cried
Full of sorrow
And anger
Now I sit alone
Staring at the Blue Horizon
I'm always rising
I'm always rising
I'm always rising
Past the sun
Past the trees
Past the leaves
I'm always rising past the sun