Fallen Horses
Gregory Dean Camp, Kevin John Iannello, Michael Scott Klooster, Paul Gerard Delisle, Steven Scott Harwell
A long summers day
Stretching out the cold
Searching for the answers
And some say I'm not alone
Could you tell me, where I might find fallen horses?
Their spirits they fly
Blinded by the whiteness
Staring at the sun
I'm wishing that I had wings
So that I could become one
Would you help me if I wanted to die?
I could ride off with horses tonight
Tell me, why?
Why, oh, why?
I said, why?
Why, oh, why?
And now that I've arrived here
I know I'm not alone
All my friends among me
Tell me, welcome home
But could you tell me, where I might find
The one I'm looking for?
'Cause her wings have arrived
Tell me, why?
Why, oh, why?
I said, why?
Why, oh, why?
Tell me, why? Why? Why? Why? Oh, why?
Tell me, why? Why? Why? Why? Oh, why?