We can fall asleep to horses The sounds of vagabond lullabies And if it’s cold, it’s not important To us, weathered and wise
Dawn is breaking, lust is waking in our eyes For the fields that, held you closely as you Cried
And we know that As we hold the spurs and Their ruby manes in the sunlight And we go fast so The wind stings our eyes
And the thumping pulse on the ground it Moves us along We see nothing else but the skyline and the fog Feel our bodies burn as we’re heading for it now Who should be concerned if we’re happy, free and wild
Stay in a pack, we are vicious enough To gallop on, no mistakes and without pause Read our minds as the brakes and a cue to take off Feel alive when we’re dead and sufficiently lost