In the painted silver light
I watched you gently move
Now, in the cold early dawn
I long to have that vision in my head again
Conjure, as I may, my guilt won't let me sleep
But there is no hiding place
Those voices, they'll be with me till the end
I never slow down long enough
I don't know if I will ever see you again
But, in the painted silver light
And I'll keep on watching you
Seven days I watched the sun come rising
While my mind drifted across valley and streams
Still I search for some kind of sign
But, in the painted silver light