where are you and your white horse
the woods is a maze for you?
when its cold hold tight
the end is i am with a bowl of 
dripping hot soup

when its hot more run
into the ice cold soda 
here in the finish line
im holding it out for you

where are you dear lost man
in the dark of night
i wonder if you see the same
moon as i do
and feel just as alone

sh, x