"Run Wild Horses" RealAudio File

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RUN WILD HORSES
M. Fox
© 1996 Mitey Bite Music

Days of glory, running hard and fast
Every young man's stories run into his past
No restrictions, inhibitions, wild and free
Now he drives the streets of hallowed ground
The landmarks of his youth torn down
Its a different scene

It ain't like it was the first time
You can't always pick up what you've left behind
No one ever goes home again

Where have all the wild horses run?
When did these damn fences come?
You close your eyes
And feel them running beside
Wild horses

William Henry sits with a distant stare
Spends his whole day dreaming from his window there
Long lost friends and innocence--old casualties
But there was a day when he could run
Among his father's other sons
Through fields of green

No, it sure ain't like back in the old times
You can't always pick up what you left behind
No one ever goes home again

Where have all the wild horses run?
When did these damn fences come?
You close your eyes
And feel them running beside
Wild horses

Wild horses
No time to waste
Slip the reins and run wild horses

Where have all the wild horses run?
When did these damn fences come?
You close your eyes and feel them running beside
Wild horses