we get offered everything
a life less low
an endless repetition
I couldn't be happier
you get someone else to shoot
and someone else to run
a temporary elation
a dry stone wall
do it again
yeah yr something else
do it again
you got it written down
and I want it all
now we're heading to the bridge
but you got it all
you bought it on yrself
with yr
high horses
we see straight through yr
high horses
half moon horses
I was thinking
long and hard about
what my biographer
would like to hear