As I watch the water crawl and circle round the drain
I think about my life and how it feels the same
Am I always gonna be an enemy of mine?
Maybe it's a curse
Maybe I'm not meant for this life
Or maybe I'm just not a trail horse
Some days I don't know if I'm a follower of nothing
And every time I fall
I'm a someone in the saddle
They keep holding on the reins to keep me from running
But I feel like a wild horse
On the beach with a silver mane
And a golden needle, I gotta say
And underneath I've got so much wild in me
I could just leave it all and assume





There's the feeling that you get
When you stare into my eyes
Cause I can tell you're fearless
And I can tell you've cried
You're over lost and tensioned
So quietly deprived
pray. Maybe independence is all you ever need in this life. Maybe I'm just not a trail horse.
Some days I don't know if I'm a follower of nothing. And every time I'm stoned in the cell,
they keep holding on the reins to keep me from running. But I feel like a wild horse on a piece
with a silver mane and a golden needle. I gotta say that underneath I got so much wild in me.
Maybe I'm just not a trail horse.
Some days I don't know if I'm a follower of nothing. And every time I'm stoned in the cell,

they keep holding on the reins to keep me from running. But I feel like a wild horse on a piece
with a silver mane and a golden needle. I gotta say that underneath I got so much wild in me.
I gotta say that underneath I got so much wild in me.