I'm just a horse on the moor I'm just a horse with no name He means to ride me on, He sees a battle he don't want to face alone I bolt upwards and shake him off my back He falls to his knees, on to a bloody track Well I can't be your horse any more

When you think that no-one needs you Sees you or believes you No ones there to understand I'll be there to be that someone When you think that no one, is there to hold your hand And if you're in, you know I'm in I'm ready and I'm willing How you spend

I'm just a horse on the moor I'm just a horse with no name He means to ride me on, He sees a battle he don't want to face alone I bolt upwards and shake him off my back He falls to his knees, on to a bloody track Well I can't be your horse any more

I've taken the breath out of everything they believe I've collapsed its lungs, calloused its heart Sucked the life out of this, for all of Sunday to see, for all of Sunday to see Preaching to the deaf and blind, no one sees my effort No one gets the

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah Someone who never asks for love Are you that somebody Who sees a wall and breaks it Are you ready to fight just to see what's lost behind my flaws But knows how to take it Can you love me naked Take away the big shirts,

She flew up to Heaven on the wings of angels By the clouds and stars and passed where no one sees And she walks with Jesus and her loved ones waiting And I know she's smiling saying Don't worry 'bout me Why did she have to go So young I just don't know

Situation number one, it's the one that's just begun But evidently it's too late Situation number two, it's the only chance for you It's controlled by denizens of hate Situation number three, it's the one that no one sees Is all too often dismissed as

Ahhh-ahhh, ahhh-ahhh, ahhh-ahhh, ahhh-ahhh So do you not want me to come over? Not much we know, so off we go Lazy bones and no concern Sees forty one mosquitoes flying in formation I'm alright, but my pet cockroach died of starvation Sleep 'till late, I

Maybe you were right But baby I was lonely I don't want to fight I'm tired of being sorry I'm standing in the street Crying out for you No one sees me But the silver moon I don't know why

Shoot 'em down, Shoot 'em down, Shoot 'em down, She looks so fine Like champagne or wine No one ever gets her Oh ain't she cool Plays us for fools If we want to let her Across the room she sees some buffoon Blown away by her style