Getting late for decision
What's that waiting about
Horses are chomping at the bit

The gate is nearly busted down
Moment before the calm of the storm
And everyone's blood goes wild

Except yours and mine

How many years has it taken

Your restless heart growing old
Horses running off on their own
And the stable's burnt to the ground

The longer you wait
Your decision will fade
And wind up wasting this time

Yours and mine