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, he'd measure his need
 
 And then very carefully he'd 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
 
 He'd lay back in her arms and laugh at what had happened to him
 
 
 On his right hand, Billy'd 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 he'd pray
 
 For he knew in a restless heart the seed of betrayal lay
 
 
 One night Billy awoke from a terrible dream callin' his wife's 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 didn't find nothing but road
 
 
 Billy felt a coldness rise up inside him that he couldn't name
 
 Just as the words tattooed 'cross his knuckles he knew would always remain
 
 At their bedside, he brushed the hair from his wife's face as the moon shone on her skin so white
 
 Filling their room in the beauty of God's fallen light