Broken Horses (In The Canyon Haze)

[Verse 1]
I wear my father's leather on the inside of my skin
I'm a tried and weathered woman, but I won't be tried again
Don't think that you can come for me without your Sunday best
You had better call your priest and hope, oh, the devil gets the rest
Before I do
Oh no, and I will do

[Verse 2]
I've worn the jester's bells and I have a-vanished with the fools
I have worshiped at the altar of the puppet master's rule
I have held my tongue too many scenes before the final act
With my children in the cheap seats and a zipper on my back
Thanks to you
No thanks to you

[Chorus]
Tethered in wide open spaces
And fields that lead for miles
Right into the barrel of a gun
Mendin' up your fences with my
Horses runnin' wild
Only broken horses know to run

[Verse 3]
I have ever so politely treaded softly for your praise
I have whispered through the tears and pleaded sweetly to your face
It is time to spit you out like lukewarm water from my mouth
I will always taste the apathy, but I won't pass it down
It dies with you
Oh, with you

[Chorus]
Tethered in wide open spaces
And fields that lead for miles
Right into the barrel of a gun
Mendin' up your fences with my
Horses runnin' wild
Only broken horses know to run

[Verse 1]
I wear my father's leather on the inside of my skin
I'm a tried and weathered woman, but I won't be tried again
Don't think that you can come for me without your Sunday best
You had better call your priest and hope, oh, the devil gets the rest
Before I do
Oh, oh no, and I will do

[Chorus]
Tethered in wide open spaces
And fields that lead for miles
Right into the barrel of a gun
Mendin' up your fences with my
Horses runnin' wild
Only broken horses know

[Outro]
Mendin' up your fences with my
Horses runnin' wild
Only broken horses know
Only broken horses know
Only broken horses know to run