Get Up Off That High Horse Lyrics

Hello, I am well, but I can't stop thinking about you
And these cold, tired hands can't stop thinking about you
Unless I've been wrong, and this cold winter storm is still thinking about you

My baby's too sly to make up her mind,
But she'll take her time before the end of these lines
Your jaded false masquerades have gone on too far
Holding on, but all that's left is ?la di da?

Thinking about you

Speech echoes in the streets
that will drift over all the stepping stones
This melody