Steady with the pace, roll, rolling down the rolling,
hills, yeah this is the place, this is where i’m whole,
and with each passing day, each rehersal, each performance,
a twisting of events, threatre playing out before my eyes,
can you slow this horse?
the look on your face, o’ how it takes you back to that place,
sticky like nectar, sweet like sugar;
the feeling that you remember, don’t roll too fast,
you might roll off a cliff.