White Horses
Jenn Grant
All the white horses have gone
I see them running through the dust at dawn
All the white clouds have gone and parted
I see a sunset like something's been started
A Lightning bolt hits the cheek of your skin
And I feel a tremble from the audience
And the sun is rising
Somewhere in the east
Remember what I told you
I was fighting for peace
But everybody
Is making love for you
For you
For you
For you
For you
For you
For you
And I have taken stormy weather
But my heart's been aching
For sweet September