White Horse

I really didn't get to know you all that well

You always let us know in your words that music

Was like a well

To drink from when we felt like we were there

Dying of thirst

To save us from the pain that we felt

Like we were riding some big white horse

White horse, white horse

Now I've always heard that you gave much more than you took

Like Basquiat saying that art and music forced us to take another look

Pull us from despair, give us joy and hope and help set a course

Like we were running from those hounds of hell

On some big white horse

White horse, white horse

Speaking out against injustice and pain and intolerance of course

Like we were running from those hounds of hell

On some big white horse

White horse, white horse

White horse, white horse