Waiting on Wild Horses

<br>when the horses come to drag me away,<br><br>i won`t fuss and fight i won`t plead or beg.<br>and wherever they dump me i`ll lay my head.<br>i`ll sleep it off..i`ll sleep alone<br>until the longing burrows a hole<br>straight through my sternum<br>to make its home.<br>i have this way of carrying on<br>such fruitless passions fallen from the vine<br>and the sweetest nectar turns to bitter wine.<br>but still we drink we drip the bottle dry.<br>we smash it apart and lick the sides..<br>recycled lovers expiring the night.<br>so when the horses come i won`t scream or cry;<br>i`ve been dying for them to take my life.<br>and i`ll sing of a new birth<br>a past unscratched.<br>so don`t be sad, we should both rejoice<br>to the sound of those hooves<br>down that dark highway<br>in opposite directions.<br>wherever they dump us we`ll stay.<br>recycled lovers get so carried away.