Silver Horses 歌词

Alright Running on like the rising sun Like a wild horse thundering on Fly, fly, fly through the wind and storm Now I'm running free Heart and soul That's my old bag I leave behind a trial of sorrow and pain Cry, cry, Lord, he calls my name Not even you could take the blame Ride on, silver horses Drive, drive past the wind A candle burns for my tortured soul In a chapel where she whispers my name Pray, pray, pray just to pay my toll For sins of yesterday Ride on silver horses Drive, drive past the wind Ride on silver horses Drive on past my sins Ride on silver horses Drive, drive past the wind Ride on silver horses Drive on past my sins