Where Stallions Run
Sometimes I get crazy, as fools are known to do
Losin’ my head in spite of everything I stand to lose
What is it in a man that makes him act like such a fool?
I swear I never knew, but always needed to

Stubborn pride is just the way of stallions, I suppose
Even love can't change the things I want to change the most
And it's pride that’s got me standing when I should be on my knees
Making apologies, but it’s so damn hard for me

Oh but now and again, I wished I’d’ve been a poet
So I could know the perfect lines to say
And have some great romantic way to show it
Be the hero riding up to save the day
I’d go riding high like a knight in shining armor
To sweep her up, racing through the sun
But I don't have no magic ways to charm her, no
It’s lonely in the fields where stallions run

I’d like to say ”I love you" but those words they just don't come
Because words like that are no match for the kind that rule my tongue
But I can only hope she knows I love her anyway
No matter what I say, or what I never say
Oh but now and again, I wished I’d’ve been a poet
So I could know the perfect lines to say
And have some great romantic way to show it
Be the hero riding up to save the day
But I’ll never be a knight in shining armor
And as for points, I was never won
I’m just a fool that must restore his honour
The winds are cold and blow where stallions run

Just a fool that must restore his honour
Or only walk the fields where stallions run