Stallion, step away Saddle up the width of an age I am good where I am I am good where I am Stallion
Wrote off “stay gold” from the list I hold, then I Wrote off “all gold” from the list you hold I’ll be the grave with no name on the stone Stallion
Fight for your right to hate the night Children singing like a choir with no taste for the wine And the time-minding dawn when the chiding eye Falls upon you First fall of light on the counterfeit ring Likens other things Some unknown glittering The balancing of riding and steed can’t be upon you
Stallion, step away Saddle up the width of an age I am good where I am I am good where I am But my God where I am oh my God where I am, And you, You had a lot of flexing two muscles on the stage Now step away, step, step away Saddle up the width of an age Rode off, the prospect of gold in my wake Stallion, step away The fluttering of wings in the trees can’t be upon you