Runaway Horses

Oh, my heck, so, yeah, the Ute Stampede, I mean that's a tradition for sure, um
One year, we wish— it was raining, all, like stampedes and this horse come out
And everyone, you know, said it was supposed to be the best
And it fell in the mud, and, I mean, you could see its leg just totally snapped
It was just hanging there
And the girl, you know, laid dow— it was the saddest thing
I mean, I think most of the crowd was crying
She set up and laid over her horse and just cried and hugged her horse
And, ’cause she knew that, you know, that was her last moments with that horse

Small-town girl, Coca-Cola grin
, honeysuckle skin
Born beneath the ready sign of a strawberry moon

Small-town girl shows up for her friends, crazy about The Bends

I was there when she first put away childish things

We had spring in our heels
Unwavering forces, headfirst into the unknown
Like runaway horses in a fever 'til the end
And every step is a silver prayer in the face of a hard wind

You traded school for wedding rings and rent
Invitations sent of you and him by a barn out on the edge of town
Small-town girl, you put your dreams on ice, never thinking twice

Some you'll surely forget and some that you never will

There was a promise in our stride
But we changed courses, headfirst into the unknown
Like runaway horses in a fever ’til the end
And every step is a silver prayer in the face of a hard wind
Like runaway horses, it's a long way back home again
When every step is a silver prayer in the face of a hard wind