There’s something that I, I can’t say
Something that guys don’t like to hear anyway
It’s not that I don’t love you
And it’s not that I can’t cry, ’cause I wanna cry I love you when I think
That everything and everyone I love will die

Fast Horses
Racing around the track
Although the course is slow
Win, place, or show
Everything in life must go

There’s something John Lennon never wrote
Tell me what you hear when you listen closely to the notes
He never sang a beautiful song,
not like Frank or what’s his name, Elton John,
Some crazy Christian killed him, the poor bloke
But he was running with some fast…

Fast Horses
Racing around the track
Although the course is slow
Win, place, or show
Everything in life must go

Stand, stand, stand up for me
‘Cause I will stand, I will stand up up up up up for you

There’s something I think I lost and I might need to recover
There’s nothing that stand-up guys won’t do for each other
They tore down the bar, and I totaled the car
You can have a drink to futility
You’re not as bad as you think and you are beautiful to me
And you can be like

Fast Horses
Racing, ripping, running down the track
Of course, the course is slow
Win, place, or show
Even the loser should know
That he was a fast, fast horse
And he was racing, wrecking, and raggin’ round the track
Of course, the course is slow
Win, place, or show
Everything in life must go
Everything in life must go
Everything in life must go
Everything in life must go
Everything in life must go
Fast Horses
Fast Horses
Fast Horses
Fast Horses
Fast Horses