Standard (EADGBE)

Gettin late for decision

What's that waiting about

Horses are chompin' at the bit

And the gate is nearly busted down

Moment before the calm of the storm and everyone's blood goes white

'Cept yours and mine, yours and mine

And how many years has it taken

Your restless heart growin' old

Horses running off on their own now

And the stable's burned to the ground

The longer you wait, your decision will fade. Why am I wastin' this time?

Yours and mine, yours and mine, yours and mine

Break

Moment before the calm of the storm and everyone's blood goes white

'Cept yours and mine, yours and mine