| "Time To Train the Horses (Acoustic Version)" | |
| Crusty eyes wakened by the first rays of sun, in a new town Brakes of the van grip the dirt of the road, here we are Watch as the props of the circus unfold Breathe in the air, touch the dew, feel the cold I guess it must be time to train the horses See the young kids with the thrill in their eyes, like I once was Colourful tights on those muscular thighs, whered they go Rope ladders I climbed all those years as a child Now seem to stretch for mile upon mile I guess it must be time to train the horses Could I be happy settling down, have some time on my hands Or would I just get lost alone in one town So go the well made plans The sound of the crowd, the rush to get set, for the next show Taking more time, to make myself up, here we go The roar of applause as we run to the stage The cramps and the pain, all those feelings of age I guess it must be time to train the horses. Crusty eyes wakened by the first rays of sun, in a new town Colourful tights on those muscular thighs, whered they go Taking more time to make myself up, here we go | |