Fast Horses

There’s something that I, I can’t say
Something that guys don’t like to hear anyway

It’s not that I don’t love you
And it’s not that I can’t cry
‘Cause I wanna cry, I love you when I think that everything and everyone I love will die

Fast horses
Racing around the track
Although the course is slow
Win, place, or show

Everything in life must go

There’s something John Lennon never wrote
Tell me what you hear when you listen closely to the notes
He never sang a beautiful song, not like Frank or what’s his name, Elton John
Some crazy Christian killed him, the poor bloke

But he was running with some fast...
Fast horses
Racing around the track
Although the course is slow
Win, place, or show

Everything in life must go
Stand, stand, stand up for me
‘Cause I will stand, I will stand up up up up up for you

There’s something I think I lost and I might need to recover
There’s nothing that stand-up guys won’t do for each other
They tore down the bar, and I totalled the car
You can have a drink to futility
You’re not as bad as you think and you are beautiful to me

And you can be like fast
Fast horses
Racing, ripping, running down the track
Of course, the course is slow
Win, place, or show

Even the loser should know

That he was a fast, fast horse
And he was racing, wrecking, and raggin’ round the track
Of course, the course is slow
Win, place, or show

Everything in life must go
Everything in life must go
Everything in life must go
Everything in life must go
Everything in life must go

Fast horses
Fast horses
Fast horses
Fast horses
Fast horses