On the top of an office block
sits a man of business, a man of means
he's got intrays and ashtrays

he is up to his neck in computers and tragedy queens
undermining his overdraft with lunches with the president
he got indecision and indigestion

and he wonders where the last ten million went
but what do i get when i say to his face?
let me take you to a better place


wild horses wouldn't drag me there
wild horses wouldn't make me care

i know where i belong
and i've been here too long
wild horses wouldn't drag me there

wild horses wouldn't make me care
i know where i belong
and i've been here too long


on the side of a mountain
lives a man of nature, a man of peace

he got no food and no money
and he's waiting for his merciful release
works his fingers to the bone

just to make it through the winter snows
he's got nothing to do and no one to do it to
and he wonders where the buffalo goes

but what do i get when i say to his face?
let me take you to a better place


wild horses wouldn't drag me there
wild horses wouldn't make me care
i know where i belong

and i've been here too long
wild horses wouldn't drag me there
wild horses wouldn't make me care

i know where i belong
and i've been here too long
wild horses wouldn't drag me there

wild horses wouldn't make me care
i know where i belong
and i've been here too long

wild horses wouldn't drag me there
wild horses wouldn't make me care
i know where i belong

and i've been here too long