My thoughts are wild horses, dreaming to be free, but if let them go, they'll stampede me
They'll run through hidden valley's, and roam vacant corners of my brain
No rock left unturned, no street left unnamed
Maybe it's time for change
My thoughts are wild horses, dreaming to be free, but if let them go, they'll stampede me
They'll run through hidden valley's, and roam vacant corners of my brain
No rock left unturned, no street left unnamed
Maybe it's time for change