Destined for disaster and despair
One last willing savior
You take the reins with tenderness and care
Patient, passionate and pure
But though you pull…
God how you pull…
You led your stallion to the river
But it’s you who stands at the brink
Trying to make him drink
Perfume and an angel’s loving gaze
Hands sent straight from heaven
Tensing beneath the struggle and the strain
Of fights with every step
And though you pull…
God, how you pull…
You led your stallion to the river
But it’s you who stands at the brink
Trying to make him drink
Let him shake his mane
Let him stomp and scream
He may never change
Hey, a girl can dream
You led your stallion to the river
But it’s you who stands at the brink
You led your stallion to the river
But it’s you who stands at the brink
Trying to make him drink
Trying to make him drink