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