the rocking horse

A road runs right beside the house / I don’t know which way I’ll be heading / I’ll pack my clothes but leave my bedding / down in a dusty riverbed / I’ve got some pennies in my pack / maybe someday they’ll come in handy / I’ll feed my face on two-cent candy / and pour sweet honey on my bread / well it’s too tough to trace the course / it’s always back and forth to me / but there’s a strong wind from the north / the rocking horse will soon break free / if I could hold this job a while / then I could kill these debts I’ve carried / and leave them in the backyard buried / beneath the soil and broken stone / but I’m already getting bored / and I don’t know how long I’ll last here / I know I said the same thing last year / don’t want to hear it later on / well it’s too tough to trace the course / it’s always back and forth to me / but there’s a strong wind from the north / the rocking horse will soon break free / the idiot stares to the street / his eyes are stapled to his forehead / his recollections all are sorted / and reported to his babbling tongue / you know he’s not afraid to cry / he’s not afraid to be caught singing / and when those honeybees start stinging / he’s not afraid of getting stung / well it’s too tough to trace the course / it’s always back and forth to me / but there’s a strong wind from the north / the rocking horse will soon break free / the rocking horse will soon break free.

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