Stallion, step awaynSaddle up the width of an agenI am good where I am I am good where I amnStallion nnWrote off “stay gold” from the list I hold, then InWrote off “all gold” from the list you holdnI’ll be the grave with no name on the stonenStallion nnFight for your right to hate the nightnChildren singing like a choir with no taste for the winenAnd the time-minding dawn when the chiding eyenFalls upon younFirst fall of light on the counterfeit ringnLikens other thingsnSome unknown glitteringnThe balancing of riding and steed can’t be upon you nnStallion, step awaynSaddle up the width of an agenI am good where I am I am good where I amnBut my God where I am oh my God where I am,nAnd you,nYou had a lot of flexing two muscles on the stagenNow step away, step, step awaynSaddle up the width of an agenRode off, the prospect of gold in my wakenStallion, step awaynThe fluttering of wings in the trees can’t be upon you