Holdin’ Me Back

I better make a note
Seems to be easy to forget
The bet's getting high, and my odds are low
Our horse took a lick, and she's running slow

And you're holding me back;
Yeah, you're holding me back
I count what we've got, and you count what we lack
And you're hoding me back;
Yeah, you're holding me back
My money's all through, and you can't leave the track

The gates, they rushed hard;
The wind followed close behind
Too fast to review, something that's true to find
And the corners were tied too tight to hold on;
And so I will learn what not to pin dreams upon

And you're holding me back;
Yeah, you're holding me back
I count what we've got, and you count what we lack
Oh, you're holding me back;
Yeah, you're holding me back
You pull the queen, and I pull the jack

Oh [unsure; "tender man"?], show me what you've become
These stables aren't worth half of the purse you've won
And I want to wait, I want to wait here for you
But I've got a race, I've got a race to get to

And you're hoding me back;
Yeah, you're holding me back
I count what we've got, and you count what we lack
Oh, you're holding me back;
Yeah, you're holding me back
This losing is new, but I'm getting the knack
This losing is new, but I'm getting the knack