throw your hat in the ring for
we are riding the distance
leaving the sound of dinner bells behind
in our dust billowing behind us
to the thunder of hooves on the earth beneath
we ride east against the direction sent to us
because who listens anymore anyway
while our goals are abandoned
leaving the sound of dinner bells behind
in our dust billowing behind us
to the thunder of hooves on the earth beneath
we ride east against the direction sent to us
because who listens anymore anyway
while our goals are abandoned
