As I watch the water crawl and circle round the drainI think about my life and how it feels the sameAm I always gonna be an enemy of mine?Maybe it's a curseMaybe I'm not meant for this lifeOr maybe I'm just not a trail horseSome days I don't know if I'm a follower of nothingAnd every time I fallI'm a someone in the saddleThey keep holding on the reins to keep me from runningBut I feel like a wild horseOn the beach with a silver maneAnd a golden needle, I gotta sayAnd underneath I've got so much wild in meI could just leave it all and assumeThere's the feeling that you getWhen you stare into my eyesCause I can tell you're fearlessAnd I can tell you've criedYou're over lost and tensionedSo quietly deprivedpray. 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 piecewith 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 piecewith 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.