Lyrics

Time,
to bury dead,
pale white horses,
put to bed old years.

With dragging,
finally done
Question:
What the hell should come next?

Carve new marks in to the road,
with fresh weight but same soul,
no future plans.

All exalted memory
behind,
not in front of
me.

Oohh

Pass the Shovel...

Forget,
the mangy mane,
of ole malevolent mare.

Unburdened,
now in flight,
travel
with no earthly
Cares.

Now here,
remembering,
the easy love,
of kith,
and kin.

OoHh

PALE WHITE HORSES
IN MY HEAD...