Like the headless horsemen returns to town to get his head, I've come back to get mine. But, unlike his way of neighing loud and beheading boastfully, I snick in unknown to get mine. "Oh what a loss" I used to say "Oh what a loss" It's true today. It was a precious thing we lost, And I've come back to town to get my head. I've come over hills, I've dug up graves to show my bed.