Standard (EADGBE)
Gettin late for decision
What's that waiting about
Horses are chompin' at the bit
And the gate is nearly busted down
Moment before the calm of the storm and everyone's blood goes white
'Cept yours and mine, yours and mine
And how many years has it taken
Your restless heart growin' old
Horses running off on their own now
And the stable's burned to the ground
The longer you wait, your decision will fade. Why am I wastin' this time?
Yours and mine, yours and mine, yours and mine
Break
Moment before the calm of the storm and everyone's blood goes white
'Cept yours and mine, yours and mine